I told you that I needed a good reason...

...and I couldn't think of a better reason to leave the mountain than than to see mon petit monsieur JAKE. OK. So the other really good reason to visit Raleigh was to take my children to see my parents and let them completely and absolutely spoil them with clothes, music and ballet slippers. Of course heavy duty helpings of ice cream were involved as well.
In any case--meet Jake. He is the offspring of my beloved high school buddy. After spending just a few minutes with the little guy I have decided that all of the world's problems can be fixed by just canning this toddler's giggle. 'CAN 'O JAKE'. That's what I'll call the product. Sprinkle just a little bit over congress. Shake a bunch over the middle east, asia and europe. Throw a whole lot over the punks driving around malls of Raleigh and then pinch some over top White House. This is a recipe of World Peace. His infectious giggle and sense of humor could lighten (if only momentarily) even the meanest S.O.B. Really. Cain't nobody not love the Jake. He's better than puppy kisses.