The only time we left the house today was for a walk around the neighborhood this evening. Ben and I are both getting over a cold and were flattened by margaritas we drank last night. (I have an unofficial 4-drink limit, because I’ve learned the hard way that any more than that results in a terrible hangover. I adhered to my limit last night, but when one of 4 drinks is a giant vat of tequila, I’m in trouble.)

Soren asked if we were going to the park and I told him that no, we were going for a walk in the neighborhood. He pointed to houses and said, “That’s our neighborhood?” Yes, I told him. He thought that meant we could go inside. That would be cool.