Connor (and I) had a snow day today. I could write another (potentially incredibly long) post about the fun of simultaneously trying to work and hang out with your almost seven-year-old but I’m too tired. And sore. Well, that might just be my legs from the sledding, but still.
So, instead, I’m offering up a short story. It has a beginning, a middle and an end.
p.s. Connor chose not to get dressed until we left the house at 3. He is not, however, unclothed.