A week or two ago, I was walking home and I passed a tree stump near our house. The tree was a big one; one Grant likes to try his luck against regularly. I noticed that the tree was actually rippled under the bark. Like a book dropped in the bath and left to dry.

Sneak attack

Yesterday Grant told me that his toy was under the couch, and could I check for him? We had some precedent for this, since we had earlier found a beloved toy under his bed. So I got down on my hands and knees, and put my head down to look under the couch and Bam! Next thing I knew, Grant was hauling himself up on my back, giggling like a madman.