Write about: the assignment.
Work at the bakery was steady busy this morning. The sort of pace I've grown accustomed to (as opposed to the nonsense that was Saturday morning).
Spent the afternoon with Max. He helped gather and deliver produce to our hairstylist, then we hit the grocery store to get some things for ourselves. He had music class with Kat (and Miles) this morning and apparently he did really well, participating and getting involved throughout the session.
Today Miles turned six months old. To celebrate, we tried him on his first solid food (some roasted squash leftovers that we'd frozen last week). It was pretty much on Max's insistence, so I reckon this is the best picture to share:
We got a couple bites into him and we'll try again tomorrow.
"This can't be right."
"You know He doesn't make mistakes. Whatever the note says, that's what we gotta do."
"Do not capitalize the friggin' h, man. I hate when you do that. He's not God."
"Dude's got the only time machine in the world. I'd say that's close enough."
"Whatever. We don't have time for this."
"Well, technically, we probab-"
"Shut up. Just, shut up. We're here. We're now. We've got less than an hour to do what he wants us to do. You know what happens if we fail - we've been the second team before."
"Okay. So what's the assignment this time?"
"This says we're here - and now - to kill some-"
"So? We've done that before. What's the big deal?"
"The big deal, as you've so aptly put it, is the target."
"Who is it?"
"More like what - he wants us to take down the last remaining T-Rex."
"What? The hell does He want us to do that for?"
"The hell should I know? And stop capitalizing the damned h!"