J came to my bed and was a chatterbox. He asked me why V (also in my bed) did not have the same nickname as him. "Ciccione" I asked? No, Epstein.
He also asked me if he had to get married when he grew up. I said no. To which he replied, "Good, because I want to play with my super hero friends."
On a side note, V has not pooped yet. I gave him an ounce of water with sugar and he gulped it down and continued to toot his butt off but still, no poop on the horizon.
he could marry a superhero friend....
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