Year 4, Day 187

It wasn't long after we got on the road this morning that Miles started complaining that he needed a drink, despite knowing full-well that it's impossible for me to just conjure juice out of thin air. "There's nothing for you to drink in here, buddy," I said. Again. "All I have is coffee." "I want … Continue reading Year 4, Day 187 →

Day 345

Tragedy struck this morning, as Miles clawed his way over to my coffee mug and managed to tip it over just as we were getting ready to walk out the door. Fortunately, all of the liquid spilled away from him as the mug went spinning across the floor, and Jaclyn and I worked in concert … Continue reading Day 345 →