Mom and I went out to a party celebrating the release of our product last night. We dithered about whether to bring the boys along but eventually decided to get a baby sitter. Mom was going to arrange that on Thursday but on Friday morning we were sitter-less. I was designated to grovel, so I sent a e-mail to Erica. Apparently my message was rather terse and Erica interpreted it not as a request for services but as a reminder of services already agreed upon. I thought to myself “wow, that’s a great technique!”. Unfortunately Erica’s mom was at the party as well and she declared her intention to rat me out. These womenfolk, always banding together against us poor Dads!