Boy Meets Squirrel

While Marissa and I were at the hospital with Peyson, Aidan stayed with Gramma and Papa (my parents). They played drums and watched movies and had loads of fun. One day, they even went to the park. I wish I could share the details with you, but, alas, I was not in attendance. Perhaps another blog will post a more detailed story soon.

I did hear about an encounter with one of God's more diminutive creations. They saw each other from across the lawn. They ran closer to each other. They eyed one another up and down. They circled each other, looking for an opportunity to strike. Finally, they each drew their weapons and—wait a second! I'm lost; I wasn't there. But I was given a picture...