The other day, I was peacefully napping, when into the room came a one-year-old clad in a very unique shirt. The front of this shirt read...
[Daddy, guess what?]In the corner was a message: PTO. I remembered from my days of passing notes in high school that this meant "Please turn over." Grabbing the toddler, I turned him over to reveal the other side of his shirt...
[I'm gonna bee a big brother!!!]And that's how I learned that I'm going to be a daddy again. And now you all know too. I'm glad we could have this moment together.
Fine print: due date is roughly the middle of July; no, we're not finding out the gender; no, we won't tell you what names we're considering--for now, you can call him or her Boober after the Fraggle Rock character (we got tired of other people, namely grandparents, giving lame womb names); yes, Theo's ecstatic--okay, he has no clue, but I like to think he's pumped.
Okay Canadian Carroll family members, it's officially round two. Start your engines (no euphemism intended).
Talk to you soon,
Mark, Steph, Theo, and Boober
