So, yesterday, we went to Ruth's Diner up imigration canyon to celebrate the news that we are having a boy. Most likely we ingested copious amounts of fried and greasy food. I handled it like a pro, Pete did not, and had an upset belly for the rest of the day. When Cadence came home from school, she blurted out upon entering the bathroom "Oh, smells like something died in here!" one quick pause "yep dad, your dignity died in here!" aww Hallmark sentiment for the books.