the slow countdown to liftoff

Poor Samuel. Someday when he’s eight or nine he’ll be reading this site and go, “Moooooooom, you never wrote about me like you did Lyyyyyyyyydiaaaaa!,” in a whiny voice. And I’ll say, “Well sweetie, that’s because Lydia was being whiiiiiiny all the time back then, just like you are now, only with a dash of […]