When he puked in St. George, I thought maybe his sickness had something to do with it. When he puked back here at home, I figured he doesn't snack too well in the car.
And after, he said "that was too much for me."
"Too much what?" I asked.
"Too much snack."
"In the car?"
"Yeah."
He called Andrew Dadu, and Danny Andy...hang on a sec, should we swap those two nick names? Oh the mind of a child.
Clerie called. She's doing great. She's looking forward to having an adventure in Qatar before too long. I'm excited for her, too!
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