OK, the first few nights were a riot. I’ve seen and done things that no mother would approve of. Dad and I have spread our dude wings and soared like bachelor hawks.
But now I’m getting scared. I simply cannot sustain on a diet of Cool Ranch Dorito YooHoo smoothies. My diaper is merely Brawny single-ply fastened with duct tape. I’m having second thoughts about using permanent marker to apply my Tom Selleck mustache. I’ve also changed my mind about wanting to be a unicorn – but this change of heart cannot remove the horn I’ve super-glued to my forehead. And I smell like German cheese.
It’s time for Mother to return.
mypoopdontstink.net 
Hmmm….deja-vu. Just make sure the doors are taped shut. Don’t want anyone falling out onto the parking lot. Oh, and remember, wine smells different than grape Kool-Aid. Rock on Liam.
Grandfather,
What is this Kool-Aid you speak of? It sounds like something that provides stylish assistance…
I’m intrigued. Intrigued indeed.
-Liam
Human Baby Liam, you are very funny. So funny, in fact, that KSV is going to need a job number for you very soon. Because we all spend far too much time on your blog. But you’ve really got adweek.com beat.
AK-47,
You speak in a language I find to be quite cryptic, but possibly flattering.
And I believe there is some sort of misunderstanding. When I’m going for humor, I simply place my cupped hand in my armpit and move my limb up and down to emulate farty sounds. It’s dry humor.
-Liam