
Cort turned FIVE. Which is a big and dignified age. And I'm a bit embarrassed to say it aloud. Because when people know that you're five they sort of expect you to behave...at least a little. Cort behaves...at least a little...once in while.

He's old enough to be trusted with a baby in a stroller...though Sameson seems a little unsure how they're going to get down the front steps.

And he's reached the legal age for candy cigs in North Carolina. Cort, you're a wild man with painted nails and I'm just crazy about you. ...also crazy because of you.