Dear Nicky,
This morning we again went to Stones for a Saturday exercise session. It was fun, as usual. You do very well with these things, then about three-quarters of the way into it, you tend to shut down a little bit. There was an autistic girl there who kept crying, and it seemed to distract everybody else. Afterward, I took you guys to Wegman's while Mom took the car to Jiffylube. At Wegman's you're always a treat to hang out with: you sit happily in the cart and offer me plenty of hugs and kisses. Junie, on the other hand, is always running around, getting in the way, and constantly trying my patience. This morning she got lost at one point. I turned my back for one second and she was gone. I don't know how long I looked for her. I know it must've only been a few minutes, but it felt like hours. I finally found her eating grapes directly from the salad bar. I was furious and terrified at the same time. You guys fell asleep in the car on the way home. After your nap, we played outside for a while. The neighbor kids had a bouncy thing and you both played in it for a while. Then we made you some dinner, which you didn't eat, then we went back outside for a while. Finally, Mom gave you a bath, we watched some Nemo, and I put you to bed.
Love,
Dad