Sorry to take so long getting this to ya'll! It has been sooo busy at slave driver's office and, well, you know, the rent's due! Please enjoy. BTW, keep in mind this is a rough draft!
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It’s a ten-hour flight from D.C. to Cardiff. Angus spent the first two playing daddy to Alpert. Unbeknownst to me, Angus had texted our personal flight attendant, Daisy, to “clear out anything from the airport stores appropriate to a 3-year old”. The boy had more fun opening and getting Angus to assembly them than actually playing with them. Angus didn’t seem to mind, likely he was taking mental notes for our next session of pillow talk – you know, the laundry list of what one isn’t going to do with or to their children. Maybe if I’d paid attention to his mental wanderings then I wouldn’t be in the pickle I am with him now. But, that’s another story.