From Wit’s End

Jack was restless and fussy this evening after dinner, and both Rachel and I were on our way to being cranky because of this. We hadn’t yet turned on the heat for the year, so I did that just in case Jack was cold. Then I had a brain wave: we should go to Target. In general Jack likes being out of the house better than being in the house, so Rachel agreed.

We got Jack some footie pajamas, one of those beads-on-a-wire-maze thingies, and some toy trucks. Jack held on to his wire-bead-maze all the way home.

Rachel unpacked Jacks trucks, much to his delight. He parked his new trucks next to the wire maze, and said “Wow.” I put on some Palestrina, and she accused me of trtying to put her in a Christmas mood. Everybody feels better now.