It begins: I took the CFO to the airport early this morning. She couldn’t drive herself because the stupid parking lot at PDX is full from all the spring breakers. Jr. cried for approximately two hours after we dropped off Mommy. A solid dose of cookies and Wiggles eventually snapped him out of it this morning, and now he seems OK. He is finally taking a nap right now after having a bottle; Daddy would also like a bottle of something, probably imported from Scotland. Instead though I think we are going to the Chief Educators house after the nap and play a bit over there. Daddy might yet get his scotchy scotch scotch after all. . .