This evening, Jaclyn sent me the precise text that every spouse wants to receive on a Friday:
“I want to go to IKEA tonight.”
And so, at Miles’s usual witching hour, we descended upon that fabled slice of Sweden, home of Nordic ingenuity, land of meatballs (which I was really banking on eating…until we found that the cafeteria was closed). Ultimately, the trip was…ill conceived, at best.
But hey, Miles had fun.