When you're weary...

A few minutes ago, while scanning old photos, I realized, "Oh no! It's too quiet!" Scott was not with me in the living room, reading. He was not in the kitchen, drinking Ovaltine. He was not in the bathroom, playing at the sink. He was not in his bedroom with his penguin.

Here is where I found him:



..in my room, curled up in a suitcase full of clean clothes (not yet put away from our Thanksgiving travels - I know, I know, it's on my list!).