Confessions

To some this will sound weird, to others, it is an accepted part of who we are, but I feel like the world is ready to know -- needs to know really -- and it is better you hear it from me, the source, than a random, so here it goes: my wife and I have adopted three family members consisting of a plastic potato and two stuffed sponges. They are the greatest things to ever happen to us, and I am not embarrassed to admit that. Without their love, support, and constant good cheer (no matter how bad it gets, they always have a smile), my wife and I’s relationship would be an empty shell of its currently splendid self. Further, the boys (as we refer to them), have been embraced by our friends, and accepted into our extended family. They are our children. They make us proud. And we love them.