Max I

My nephew, Max, crashed on my parent's bed after a day at McDonald's Playland AND the park in 100 degree heat. Who can blame him? I peeked in while he was down and he happened to have woken up and was laying, blissed out. I sat next to him for a little while and watched as he picked his nose with so much sheer pleasure you would have thought he was eating escargot at Jean Georges. He really just relished those boogers and when he was done he slowly closed his eyes and fell back asleep, content. It was both a oddly sweet moment and a reiteration that I don't want to have kids in the near future.