This Can't Be a Good Sign

My precious one-cup coffee maker has started to turn itself off.  The problem is, the model has no auto-shutoff feature.

This can't be a good sign.  Of course, this coffeemaker is the same one that taught me the meaning of "descale" last summer and threatened to blow up.  I guess I should be glad it has lasted this long, but now is not a good time to be without it.  Really.  I'll have to enter a contest or something to get it replaced because Christmas is still a long way away.

My son does not share my belly button issues.  While I'm pleased for him, I fear this can't be a good sign for me.  The other day, Toddler "made" me a toy ice cream cone to eat with him. I pretended to eat it, palmed it, and flipped it onto the counter.  He saw my empty hand and grew very puzzled.

"Where did the ice cream go?" he asked me.

"I ate it," I answered.  "It's in my belly."

Toddler got a very confused look on his face.  He knew this ice cream wasn't for real and wasn't really for eating, so where did I hide it?  Carefully he lifted the hem of my shirt and looked for the ice cream.  Then he patted my waistband of my shorts, looking for it there.  Then, for lack of any other ideas, he stuck his finger in my belly button to see if I put the ice cream in there.

That was the end of that game.

I fear Toddler will soon be following in his father's footsteps and tormenting me with trying to perform wet willies, zerberts, and other grossness near my fragile belly button.  I fear this greatly.  I must come up with a plan to stop it.

The weather around here is all messed up.  It was 100 degrees in June, while I was enjoying Pharoah's weather in Egypt, and today it's 77 degrees.  Sadly, it's also extremely humid, so it's too hot to play outside for long, and too cold to go to the pool. 

This can't be a good sign.

Toddler's solution to today's weather issues -- "Let's go shopping at the mall."  Again, this can't be a good sign.