Write about: the judge.
With Kat going on a hike with her students late this afternoon and then staying for a potluck dinner and vision meeting with the families, I was in charge of keeping Max alive from shortly after he went down for his nap until about 8 o'clock this evening.
Which would have been much more manageable if he'd slept for more than half an hour. Stupid cold clogging up his nose.
I had to resort to using frozen blueberries to bribe him into being in a good mood, but after that things went pretty well. We watched videos, kicked balls around on the deck, went visiting grandma and grandpa in the orchard, and shared an apple in the fall sunshine:
Now we're just hoping for a reasonable night's sleep for all of us.
Mine:
"This is a tough one, Mitch."
"It is, Judge?"
"Absolutely. Lots of things to consider from both of those fine young lawyers."
"I thought it was pretty clear myself, Judge. You know, one of them open and shut dealies?"
"Well, that's just one more reason you'll never be behind the bench."
"That's okay by me, Judge. I like being a bailiff just fine."
"No ambition. No ambition whatsoever."
"What's that, Judge? I couldn't quite make out your grumblings there."
"I was telling you to order another couple of pizzas, Mitch. It's going to be a long afternoon of deliberating."
