It's too early for this kind of conversation.

I dropped my son off at the babysitter's this morning. I mentioned HDH and I were considering going for a few hours to a party on New Year's Eve. Beings that we are old and boring now, we wouldn't be able to stay up very late anyway (such an exciting life we lead). She volunteered to watch HDToddler if we'd like.

Me: I'm not sure I really want to go to the party.
Her: You know, I don't go out on New Year's Eve. That's just 'amateur night'.
Me: It really is.
Her: My first job was at an auto body shop. It was the busiest night of the year! I was pulling out the radio and such out of a car in the back of the shop the day after, and I found something.
Me: silence
Her: I found something.
Me: silence
Her: I found half of a FOOT.
Me: PUKING SOUNDS (causing all the children at the breakfast table to look at me in horror and digust)
Her: So I decided from then on out, I'd just stay home on New Year's Eve.
Me: You know, I think we'll stay in, too. We have to get up early the next day to drive east anyway ...

Appetite.

GONE.