OK, so I'm sad.

My older son, Karateboy, is 6 and a half. He's not really going to remember our family times when he grows up. That is good...and bad. I'm shooing out his father.

The baby, Tippytornado, will not remember anything at all. Just pictures and stories we tell.

I brought two beautiful kids into the world (and thank God becuase I'd have killed myself from lonliness by now otherwise) and I'm screwing them out of their right to a nuclear family.

Actually, I'm not. Their father did. And don't tell me it takes two to tango. He was dancing all by himself. (if you think the porn thing was our only mounting problem, smoke more crack, it is good for you)