That's DOCTOR Daddymatic to you.

So the big DM passed his doctoral defense today, and we are just all kinds of hopped up around here. Since D's god-mama babysat him (for the last time, possibly--sniff, sniff), I got to go see the d-fense (though I was asked to leave my big foam finger at home). It rocked. I mean, Daddymatic was saying junk like "Most people probably don't see themselves as resisting subjects in the global hegemony that is English" totally off the cuff, and--wait for it--he knew what that meant! I know, right?

Here's the PhD himself. And that woman with her arm around him is someone else's wife. But we like her anyway. I mean, can't blame chicks for diggin' docs, right?

And here's D, enjoying Daddy's post-defense party with Mama, Auntay Emily and Uncle Tony, who is showing him exactly how much beer you have to drink before you find soccer a compelling sport (it's a lot, evidently).

So I'm gonna go see if there's a doctor in the house, 'cause Mama needs a checkup, okaaay?