A Drama Queen

The Pipsqueak had another of those screaming terror crying jags (I think he keeps reliving his circumcision, heretofore known as That Horrid Medical Procedure). I massaged him and sang to him, and he finally calmed down. All in all, we had a nice dinner.

He’s been having really strange crying jags recently. About every other night, out of the blue, he cries really hard for 4 or 5 seconds, then it goes away. Bizarre. I’m curious what it means.

Of course, he’s just as much a drama queen as me, and has never been shy about his emotions. He reminds me of R. Kelly, mixing soft-porn come-ons with crying jags about his mother, ex-girlfriends and professional failures.

I did a google search of his symptoms and I think he’s pregnant.