Still house hunting...

Dear Nicky,

Mom and I went to look for houses today. We took you out to Granny's first and dropped you off so we wouldn't have to wear you out by toting you all around these strange houses. Our agent's name is Dena, and we met her in the parking lot of a church in New Providence and got in her car and drove all over the place. We saw a couple nice houses in some nice neighborhoods, but they were "just okay" nice, not supernice. The best actual house we saw was a new construction in Chatham. It was really pretty nice, but the thing is that it's a new construction on the lot of a previous tear-down, which is where you buy a house strictly for the land and tear it down and build a new house from scratch. Sounds like a waste of money to me, but if people can afford it that's what they do. Anyway, the house was quite nice, but the problem was that it was way nicer than the other houses in the neighborhood. Who wants to live in a garish house in a humble neighborhood? The karma didn't seem right. The last one we saw was good but small, plus the wooden floors squeaked like crazy. The pluses didn't really outweigh the minuses. As for your day, I hope it went well and that you weren't too uncomfortable. Granny can be a little lazy sometimes, and says things like, "Well, no, I didn't give Nick his bottle because he didn't ask for it." I hope it wasn't too bad for you. Mom's side of the family is somewhat lacking in some genetic coding that accounts for practicality and sensitivity. But then, my side has way too much of it, so maybe it'll all balance out in you. You got no cereal today, which really promoted effective formula consumption on your part, so that goes to show that you're still a little engine of effective eating, and that's always good to know!

Love,
Dad