Good boy!

Dinner party last night. Dinner party quickly turned into a drunky drunky booze fest. My parents were babysitting so I made the early exit to relieve them of their grandparent-ly duties. Jo? Jo did not escape so easily. Jo stayed on. Drank on. From what I understand from the host, wrapped things up around 3:00 a.m. The good boy part? He never made it to bed. He didn't even bother. He quietly, drunkenly snuck downstairs to the spare bedroom (which I'm sure was no easy feat because the girls have boobytrapped the basement so every adult foot makes contact with a barbie stiletto or the sharpest piece of lego one can imagine).

I'm so proud of him. He knew not to even bother entering our bedroom in such a sorry, stinky, loud (snoring state). He FINALLY gets it.

*photo not of Jo. Could be though. This is an image from Google Street View.