Today we walked the railroad track from our house into downtown Louisville for nice hot drinks. Griffin paused to pee in the snow on the way back while Berit and I walked on (Pam and Rowan were ahead of us still). When Grif caught up, Berit asked him if he had written his name in the snow.

"No. Then everybody would know whose pee it was."

To which Berit replied, "then you should have written Daddy's name."