I drove Benjamin to kindergarten this afternoon- we'd gotten slaughtered by the rain on our walk to the cemetery this morning, so I decided to give us a rest and pollute the earth some more with my van instead. Seth was just about done for anyway, highly anticipating his 1pm nap. I spied my friend Monica on the ride to school and was happy that she was willing to take Ben inside with her son- so I didn't have to get Sethy out of his seat. As I turned to get back in to drive home, I felt something strange on my head, and to my surprise, I realized that my sixteen-month old had plopped a big pile of hummus right on top of my noggen during lunch (as I stooped down below his high-chair to retrieve the rest of the gook he'd discarded onto the floor). Really people, is this a comedy of errors that I'm living, or what? Hummus Head- call Nickelodeon now- I'll be giving Sponge Bob a run for his money in no time.