April 14, 2009

I’ve been working in my upstairs office. But now I’m downstairs and Riley has “forgotten” how to come down the steep staircase.

That’s him, stranded up top, barking shrilly in that spoiled-boy way, demanding I come up and get him.

I have held firm. He knows his way down.

…and if this goes on any longer, I’ll need some wine.

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