Max is like traveling [with his mouth full] comedy show. He is running, hungry, and funny most of the day. This afternoon he cracked himself up while he filled his belly at Trader Joes. And tonight he was very, very, sweet, as he hummed along while I sung him Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star. He was probably trying to drown out my terrible voice, which is great, because I would much prefer to hear his.
