Happy birthday lil’ Peanut and congrats to the rest of the family, or whatever you say on such occasions.

While we’re at it, I don’t know what all the fuss is about, lesbians raising sons. Geez. (A) For one, the “man-hating” thing is a grave mispronunciation: it’s pronounced misogyny hating, people. Regardless of whoever the shoe fits. And (B) More like, the fuss should be: watch out, peanut! He’s got the full force of someone lovin’ on him like he’s the first boy I ever loved! ‘Cause he is! Minus the Oedipal stuff! Plus the ability to help him master a two-seam fastball! And give him tips on pickin’ up girls (if that’s who you want to pick up). It’s an incredible deal!