Nana purchased a grass skirt for Gator at a garage sale. He now refuses to take it off. He cried for about half an hour last night because we wouldn't let him sleep with it on. I woke up this morning to Gator blasting cajun zydeco music, jumping on all the couches, twisting his grassy waist, and pinching his nipples. I didn't know if I should get on the internet and start looking up military schools or knock down half a dozen Becks and join in the festivities.