Tired, eh...?

Dear Nicky,

You must be tired. You got around two hours of workout time today I'd say. Not all at once, of course. That'd be inhuman. But you got about forty-five minutes of exercise this morning, and forty-five this afternoon, plus a bunch of freestyle time on my belly throughout the day, and on top of that you got a bunch of oral stimulation, too. Gosh, kid, I hope we're not overdoing it, but you do so well on all this stuff. You must be tired, though, and I'll bet you sleep deeply and long tonight. Try not to squirm up against the bars of your crib like you have the past couple nights. We've also upped your cereal to three tablespoons a day. I was concerned you might not eat it all, but you proved me wrong. Dr. Solo called us back and made us feel a little more at ease. No medicine for you, young man; and we'll see how it goes with the heart surgery schedule. Solo's got to talk to Q. It's like Top Gun over there, I'm telling you.

Love,
Dad