A sign?
Almost every morning while I sit in silence, reading my NY Times, eating my cereal, I hear this from below my window,
"Waaaahhhh, waaaahhhhh, waaaahhhh, Moooommmmmmyyyyyyyyy!"

Why is it that this boy's meltdown/tantrum is perfectly linked with my 10 minutes in the morning that I have, to chill, relax and enjoy the quiet in the house.

Is he strategically placed there as birth control?

Is there just something about our corner, that finally the Mom or Nanny decides to stop for a while, and try and reason with this child. While I read about Frank Rich's latest angry but brilliant tirade on the Bush Administration. (heads up: Read his son's new collection called, Ant Farm. That apple didn't fall far.)

Or is his schedule really that well timed with mine, just out of chance.

Let's hope the latter.

Dave Letterman:

"Good news--Osama Bin Laden's son, Omar, just got married. If you want to send the couple a wedding gift, they have all the pipe bombs they need. What they'd really could use, is a fondue set."