About half an hour ago, I put away Stephen’s computer because he was crying, complaining, and being very very disagreeable. Since I’m not in a chatty mood, he’s been sitting next to me at the dining table playing with a piece of tissue, tearing it up into little pieces to make space shuttles and rockets. Guess I don’t have to worry about entertaining him on the plane trip back to California next month.


Taken in a happier moment. Grrrr.