Letters to my sons.

Dear Son,

we were playing on the step between the hall and the kitchen again today. In this game I pick you up and then “fall” off the step and into the kitchen, regaining my balance by stumbling around in the kitchen. As I “fall” from the step I make an “ooooooOOOOOHHHH!” sound although lately you have been doing the sound for me.

In the past you have played the game by yourself but you had to hold onto the wall because you couldn’t get down the step without holding on. Well today you were able to go down and back up the step without holding onto the wall.

One small step for a toddler …
I have been writing up a couple of long missives on a group of stupid people. I could spend my the rest of my life pointing out their lies and failures in simple logic but I have a couple of examples to explain my point. When they are finished I will publish. And be damned no doubt.