Confinement

My son, cute as he is, destroyed a library book. No, not a little tiny mark. Not a coming repentant to me.

I found the book pages torn, pages torn out.

I can tell it was a glorious time of discussing the merits of train travel for animals and he was quite adamant in his position. Perhaps too adamant.

The pack 'n' play is about to become a permanent fixture and he will become a permanent fixture in it.