It’s nearly 3 am, and I’m working a bit from home. Funny, but these late hours can be quite productive with no phone or email to interrupt me. I do have on distraction tonight, however.

Jake is sitting on my lap. He woke up about half and hour ago; his footy-pajamas were pinching his ankles. So we’ve been chatting. Topics covered so far include:

• How old he and his siblings were at their first Christmas.
• Whether or not he’ll ever be older than his older sister.
• Whether or not he’ll ever be bigger than her.
• What I’m writing.

I offered, but Jake doesn’t want to share anything with the world.