New heights in daddy-blogging

Well, a bun was sick over the weekend and then I was - I will spare you the lovely details.  We also think he has some molars coming in.  Yesterday he was down for a nap for a full three and a half hours, then woke up completely inconsolable.  "No juice!"  "No Kindle!"  Nothing would appease this goof, even going out in the snow to the Subaru to "drive."

Then we came in and it was all "tunnel!"

"What tunnel, Ru? We have no tunnel, sorry to say!"

"Tunnel!  Tunnel!" [repeat for seven minutes]

Oh!  Tylenol.

So he's either a doctor or a junkie in the making.