On Saturday, we took a field trip to Brooklyn to visit our friends Brian and Lauren, do a little puddle-jumping, and eat bacon-gravy biscuits at Char No. 4.
The rain ended up trapping us at brunch for longer than we intended, which was okay because the place has Bourbon Bloody Marys, and less okay because our son has developed a newfound fascination with "stretching his vocal cords", which is just the term that nice people who don't want to make me feel bad in places like restaurants and Costco use to describe the fact that my son is shrieking at the top of his lungs and then responding to my frantic efforts to stop him by shrieking some more.
I'm going to call this "a phase" and move on, and then hope he does, as well.