Last Tuesday, I bought my boy a small glider. You know the one, it’s got a rubber band driving a small propeller and wheels. When wound up all the way, it can actually take of from a rolling start. If you wind it up good and throw it, it does even better. It’s pretty sweet.

Anyhow, I bought it for him on Tuesday the 11th. He wanted to fly it at home. It wasn’t until today, Sunday, that I was home with him while the sun was out and we could do it. Fuck that. I won’t let that shit happen again.