James started a "mini-kickers" soccer class last week. If the class were only two minutes long, he'd be on his way to the World Cup. Unfortunately he doesn't exactly have the attention span for 45 minutes of soccer yet.
We took advantage of some great sales. Highlight (other than some new clothes), was James crawling under the fitting room door at Gap and running through the store looking for Chris. Luckily I had pants on.
Chris is out of town for the next three days. James is not a fan. And neither am I.