266. Close to Perfect

Jay was kind of impossible all day and we didn’t really find out why. We were still at my parents which was a a down in a sense (I’m writing this Friday, panting to catch up). I guess I wanted the time there to be more perfect and baby-coo-coo.

Which is silly, of course. Just like the idea that my parents have an idea that babies should be perfect.

They raised me and my brother, after all. 🙂

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