Over the years I have attempted to generate the occasional chuckle, guffaw, and/or titter in this humble bend of the intertubes. But try as I may, I am forced to accept the painful fact that I am not even the funniest blogger in my own family. No, I'm afraid that honor belongs to my lovely Minneapolitan niece Beth, a/k/a Anti-Supermom.
As a mother of two preschool anarchists (Henry, 5, and Wyatt, 2), Beth has earned world-class, Six-Sigma expertise in negligent parenting, which she dispenses with panache. Case in point: her classic photo essay on How to Stop Worrying and Let Your Kids Eat Dirt.
So pour a cup of alcohol, punch those links, and prepare to be entertained. And tell Beth "hi" from Uncle Stupid.