Rob and I spent the past thirty-six hours in Baltimore, where my father generously purchased tickets for us and every other member of my family to watch the new Cirque du Soliel event, Dralion, which featured all manner of acrobatics and, as Rob put it, "bendy people." Since we were all together, my brother and sister-in-law announced the impending birth of their first child within unfortunate earshot of a passing clown, who made a tremendous show of helping Katie deliver a bouncing baby rubber chicken.

(Bouncing. Rubber. Get it?)

It was a spectacular show, in any case.

I bought a shirt.