On our ride to Lincoln this afternoon, I was driving and Lloyd was reading one of his giant books. Suddenly, he looked out the windshield with a distant, serene and zen-like look on his face.
Lauren: “You o.k.?”
Lloyd (quietly): “I…… am no longer a little teapot.”
Lauren: “*gasp!*”
It’s been such a part of his identity for so long. What now? What now?