Week 88 - We Are Thirty-Two

We are thirty-two. Thirty-two weeks old. While you’re itching your leg, can you scratch my back? I think it’s my turn to be head down. You know it’s not easy to switch positions anymore. Because we’re squashed! Another “dad” joke? At least it makes sense. What kind of squash are we this week? Who cares? Squash is a vegetable. Bleh! Hey, those are my ribs! Sorry. I’m just trying to… Stop that! Great. Now your toes are in my face. Well, your toes are in my face too. Look, we need to get out of here. You mean escape? Yep. Now you’re talking.

-a.m.opdahl