It’s Spring! And its arrival did perk up the Dadwagoners, with the promise of warm weather, flowers, and babies (though we already have the latter).

Enticed by the bright candy colors (both of the store and of SoCal in general) Nathan reconsidered his longstanding anti-Bugaboo position. He spent way too much time watching the indeterminately creepy cuteness of My Milk Toof.   (Then again, he also found a video devoted to face-kicking, and not my own benign everyday kind, either.) Maybe it was the promise of universal health care that made him so chipper. That, or the fact that he’s eating pretty well.

Theodore, too, seemed to be enjoying himself: talking pre-K basketball, mocking his pickled Dadwagon colleague, and attempting to remind us all of quite how icky Michael Jackson was. That last one, especially, should count as a public service. I’d say Ted deserves a better meal than he’s been getting.

Speaking of a guy who’s eating well: Matt, this week, admitted that he’s fed up with restaurants in general (strange for a travel-and-food writer to say that, but I won’t tell your editor, man) and settled down in front of the TV to veg out–not long before he actually appeared on said TV.  (Oh, and by the way: Japanese robot babies! It has nothing to do with anything else I’m saying here, but I just like saying: Japanese robot babies!)

That leaves me, and I guess I’m the odd man out, because I was a total grump. Don’t go out to eat. Remember the war dead. And if you want to have a kid, don’t come crying to me about it.

We’ll be back Monday, when (one hopes) my mood catches up to everyone else’s.