We are in Maine.
It is lovely.
We may never leave.
One awesome thing about always having a small person by my side is I can always pin my own hunger and grumpiness on him. Case in point: After getting of the plane in Portland today the big question became should we rush to make the ferry to get to our final destination or grab lunch.
I can immediately see that everyone wants to book it to the boat.
I, however, want to find the closest Friendly’s or other mid-range chain restaurant and eat my face off.
“I think we really need to feed Theo,” I say.
“Ok, lunch it is.”
Woooo! I owe you little man.