Your desk, my dear…

[Update. Papa went home on Feb 20, and is doing better!]  

1907458_10153081155899110_5610438107692680935_nSo I built you a desk over President’s Day weekend. It took me two years to get around to it for you, mostly because I was so tired after building your boat bed that I needed a few years off, but partly because it didn’t seem like you really needed one yet. (And already, it’s mostly just a place where you pile things.)

A funny thing happened while I built it: you got angry with Continue reading