Tyler is napping.
I am editing.
Tucker is playing outside, and I am thankful the temperature is just warm enough - just far enough on the right side of that line of judgment which determines whether he stays inside or goes out. Out he goes.
He just came in and said, "Mommy, I lost my mitten next week."
Next week, he said.
A faithful search revealed the mitten in the mulch.
(Today. Not so much next week.)