It was a dark, stormy morning. Gideon slept in (always nice), refused to take off his Superman pajama top (he's wearing it at daycare now -- there's a family history with superman outfits that I won't go into now, but let's just say I'm concerned), refused to go downstairs for breakfast until he was finished with his drawing and I hung it on the wall. I created a monster by starting that practice -- every picture *must* go up now. I'm all wtf chuck, do you think your bedroom walls are a blog or something?

During breakfast he threw an empty fruit bowl.

Despite all of that, he was in a delightful spirit and I was appreciative.