When our boys were little, I had a running joke.  The joke was that I was raising “Free Range Babies.”  No fences.  No boundaries.  Just tiny children roaming the house free.

Tonight, as those those same children, years later, were bouncing off the walls of our home, my dear wife reminded me that it was my idea to raise, “Free Range Babies.”

Okay, so maybe it was not that great of an idea to minimize boundaries, but from what I hear, free range animals taste great.  Hey, let’s all just start by agreeing that you should not blame a guy for getting species all mixed up.  Honest mistake.