Tiny, triumphant day...

Dear Nicky,

Well, this morning I dropped you and Junie off at rocket-ship camp again. You were happy to be there and immediately set about playing, but Junie was oddly shy for several minutes initially. But she finally warmed up and happily told me it was time for me to go. I came home and straightened stuff up, then the gutter guys came to clean our gutters; they did nice work, and inexpensively. Then I went to the gym. By the time I got home, Mom had collected you and put you to bed for your nap, which was quite lengthy. When you finally woke up, we went to the castle playground where we had some fun till it was time for dinner. Also, it was very humid and a thunderstorm was coming, so it was doubly sensible we left when we did. We went to the Chimney Rock for dinner, and seconds after we were seated a great downpour raged outside. You and Junie ate reasonably well, then danced at the end of the meal because the sound system was playing "Somebody's Watching Me." And people were watching you because you both were so darn cute. Afterward we went out for ice cream and your behavior was impeccable. Then we came home, watched Monsters Inc., then I put you both to bed, but not before Junie wet her pants in the corner behind the red chair.

Love,
Dad