Vigilante
I ordered a special cake pan for Tobin’s birthday cake, and the tracking information indicated it was out for delivery yesterday. However, the usual UPS delivery time came and went, and I was nervous that it had been taken to the wrong house or something. Finally, around 7 p.m., a truck pulled up to our curb and out came the UPS guy with our package. I was audibly relieved.
Miles, who had recently gotten out of the bathtub and was wearing only his little superhero underpants, dashed out the door after I accepted the package from the UPS guy. He chased him a couple of steps out the door.
M:Â Where have you been?
