Note the implements of torture to his right

This week, I'm going the single-parent route. In the evenings, our typical arrangement is for one parent to cook dinner while the other parent keeps the child from freaking the hell out and/or climbing into the oven or something. But with Todd gone, all I can do is throw the baby in the Cage of Despair while I work to destroy his every hope and dream (or, you know, FEED HIM).