Today I asked Ethan if he’d like his own journal that he could write in while Mama wrote in hers. (of course he said “ya, ethan try it please?”). Per Ethan, it’s him writing his prayers for daddy at work, neena peter, and baby evy. And then he moved onto airplane-squiggles and frisbee-circles. (I love his concentration face). And then he closed it, put the pen inside of it, and said all-done with a smile.