Back to the grind...

Dear Nicky,

This morning off you went, back to Stones. I was half expecting to get a call from them today, telling me to come and get you, but apparently you had a good day. You were in a fine mood when you came home, and your nose was dry as a bone the whole afternoon. We all played outside for a while, then you ate some dinner. Then it was time for you meds. and then bed.

Love,
Dad