Well, I don‘t have much to say today. Mostly because the tired just keeps getting tiredy-er.

I just wanted to mention a couple of things about my oldest kid. I don’t know much about what two-and-a-half year-olds are supposed to be like. But I’m pretty certain my kid doesn’t either.

Today at breakfast he began telling our six month-old, “Don’t look at me. Stop looking at me!”

Honestly, I don’t know where he gets it.

The other night it snowed. It’s the latest in the season that I’ve ever seen it. Remember that he’s two-and a half. He looked out of the window that next morning, put his hands on the window and said, “It looks like Christmas.”

Again, no idea where he gets it.

Tonight even, as my wife was putting him down for his night-night, she finished reading to him and turned the lights off. She sat down next to his bed to stroke his hair and looked up at her said, “Tonight you be quiet. You don’t cough. You don’t snore. I need quiet.”

On several occasions, as we are on the freeway, he’ll point to semi and say, “I drive that truck. That’s my truck.” Which I kind of get because “everything” is his right now.

But here’s a strange thing: sometimes, usually when things are pretty quiet, he’ll look at me and say sadly, “I’m sorry about the train. I’m sorry about the train, Daddy.”

I have no idea.

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