I just got to play with Layla. It ruled as it always does. There is nothing like having the most fragile thing on earth climbing all over you and smiling and laughing hysterically when she spends the rest of the day frowning and crying. It makes you feel special that you make something that messed up laugh and play for 40 minutes and no one else can. When I say play, I don't really mean play in the real sense like dodge ball or soccer like the rest of the kids. She did run today though in the ring race. But, she usually just hangs out on my shoulders or sits in my lap and plays the drums on my legs or head and I make sounds as she hits me, and then I tickle her and she just runs around with her hands up. Anyway, I got to play with Layla and all is right with the world. All is great and her little silver fillings in the back of her mouth and the dried snot on her nose may be worthy of my first ever painting/drawing endeavor. Keith had been trying to get me to draw for months, and I may sit down and try tonight. We'll see how it goes.