Uncle S came to visit for the weekend. Given that dad (the childrens', not mine) and I went out drinking last night at a gay country-western karaoke bar, I took full advantage of this opportunity. After playing with the kids for a few minutes after waking, I said, guess who's downstairs??? Uncle S! said M. That's right! But he's sleeping, said they. Oh, that's okay, says me, he would love for you to wake him up. Heh heh heh heh.