Mondays are rough...

Dear Nicky,

Today was Monday. Mondays are rough. You sort of did okay with your PT this morning. You're cruising around outside corners now, too. If you napped as much as Junie does, you'd be twice your size now. I hit my head on a lamp earlier this evening. It made me so mad. You and I had some laughs this afternoon though, didn't we?

Love,
Dad