On Going to Bed with Batteries
Our sweet (and difficult and hilarious and fearsome) Christian has developed a few special loves in his short life. They are the following, ranked in order of importance: 1.) Grandpas (his in particular, but any older, graying fellow will suffice.) 2.) Hammers, screwdrivers and any other sharp or heavy life-threatening man-tools. 3.) Batteries. Personally, I can understand the love of grandpas and tools. He is a boy, after all. But [...]