I think I'm finally going to do it.

Do what?

Get a copy of Erin's birth certificate resized and laminated, that's what!

Cindy had a book party at the house tonight, so I kindly volunteered to take all the kids to the YMCA to play.

As Erin was entering the indoor playland, a worker opened the door and said, "No kids 10 or over are allowed on it."

"She's nine," I replied.

He gave me that 'Yeah, right, and Picard is better than Kirk' look. He asked for her name, and I freely gave it and told him to feel free to look it up.

He didn't come back.