So, today LittleBro brought home a squalling rubber and plastic baby. Isn’t parenting class fun? It’s one of those electronic things that track how fast he responds to its needs and whether he ever drop kicks the thing in frustration. I think he’s pretty close to reaching that point; it has wailed at least a dozen times since he got home. I remember the good ol’ days of high school parenting class in the nineties; find a baby-sized doll, rip its guts out, add rice and various metal objects to make it heavy, carry it around for a few days and dump it in your locker at night. That was great!