Word to the wise: don’t buy houses. The act of closing is so utterly boring, it makes the whole thirty year experience not worth it. Instead, buy a slinky!
Tonight, while packing up our basement with me, Ariah discovered a Little Mermaid puzzle piece. “Daddy,” she said in a reproving tone, identical to the reproving tone I often use with her, “why did you leave my puzzle piece downstairs?” I replied that I don’t think I did, in fact, leave her puzzle piece downstairs but that she was the guilty culprit. She rebutted with, “Well … sometimes you leave my puzzle pieces downstairs too.” I replied, “No, I don’t think I do.”