Last year he was decked out in a vintage Talking Heads shirt, with a pickle ice pop, heading off to a day camp that I had spent months saving for and still ended up giving credit to Santa Claus.
This year, a David Byrne shirt (and he still thanks me for the tickets for that concert), too-short pajama bottoms (at least he’s growing in one direction) and a really apocalyptic landscape. Behold, the beautiful refurbished park!
Whatever happened to the bottom letters of that sign happened to our brains this week too, but we got ourselves some focus. Don’t worry about us. Better together and all that. Still walking Hadrian’s Wall.