Know what's what

Evey calmly proclaimed last night, "I'm going to throw up." And the UConn/Butler game had barely started, so we can't blame that.

So I walked her to the bathroom. She cried a little bit. Then she let it all out.

I must say, I was impressed. Nice velocity, good aim, steady focus.

This beats the days when she used to throw up mid-sentence.

Know when to hold... know when to fold 'em, Evey.

Love,

Daddy