Yesterday we went to a party at Toys R Us. Nothing like a bunch of 4-7 year olds running around the store screaming "Happy Birthday" at the top of their collective lungs. This party seems to be the place of preference for the mommies in my crowd since TRU does every thing and the grown ups get a chance to talk.
When Geoffrey came to say hi to the kids J-boy went up to give him a big hug. Then J-boy pulled back and said to the big guy, "oh, sorry about the drool there, Geoffrey". Nice. This comment was a source of great amusement to the birthday boy's dad. At least J-boy was polite as he left his DNA all over the mascot, no?