Pierce fluttered around the kitchen as I did another hour's worth of dishes. He was butt naked, flying and transforming a compact mirror around, with plenty of onomatopoeia to boot. I wonder at what point that this becomes inappropriate. I sure can't do it now!

Meanwhile I'm saying inside "getting old sucks" realizing that I'd missed my first concert, not due to family obligation, money or desire, but by a bad hamstring. Boy, if I could bottle his energy and agility now and bring it on an exodus to Disney West Side I would; Giant Panda Guerilla Dub Squad the ultimate destination.