The pitter patter of little feet

I’m at my Mom’s house again, waiting for everyone to get ready for my cousin’s Bar Mitzvah. Another set of cousins from Indiana are also with us, and they brought their 1 year old and 4 year old with them. Unfortunately, the 1 year old has an ear infection, so he is prone to start crying for what appears to be no reason.

I brought my Wii and some of my old Legos. The Legos were for the 4 year old, and the Wii was mostly for the parents and my brother. It’s funny, the Legos are still in this old case which has “property of Andy Scheffler” and the old address in Yorba Linda on it that we haven’t lived in since I was in second grade.

My suit no longer fits. I mean, I can barely fit into it, but I can’t do things like sit up straight or put a wallet in the back pocket. I need to lose weight or buy a new suit, and buying a new suit seems like admitting defeat.

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