Daddy's Security Blanket

I don’t why but, since I wrote that post about the Bjorn, I’ve been unable to take the damn thing off. And I don’t mean I’m stuck in it like some bad sitcom plot line, I just don’t feel comfortable taking it off. It’s kind of like Karl Malone’s socks (which, by the way, is the name of my new band), I figure if I leave the Bjorn on, Max’ll stay asleep. Freaky thing is, it sort of works. I just hope Katie won’t mind when I wear it to bed.