More of the same...

Dear Nicky,

This morning you and I went to the gym. I had a nice workout, you had a nice time with the daycare ladies. Then it was time to pick up Junie from her preschool where we'd dropped her off earlier. Then we came home and had some steaks for lunch, then a nice long nap. Now you're sort of sleeping, sort of fussing, just like last night. I wish you could tell us what's wrong.

Love,
Dad