Union negotiations dictate that they are required to participate in twice-yearly cute breaks (to break up the monotony of the emotional and physical torture they inflict the other 99% of the year). Unfortunately, it is only January, so I now only have one left for the rest of this year.
Today was Porter’s first official day of preschool. And although you might think I’d go on and on about all the gory details of how it was, and what he did, and who he played with, the much more interesting part of the story is how it affected the three other people in the [...]