Also, after watching O play all morning, Kevin got cabin fever and we had to go out for a drive.
We explored the area and stopped at the Stam Bakery for white bread and honeycake.
Kevin just wandered in with a slice. "Wasn't the loaf this long?" He asked, measuring about a foot and a half with his hands.
"I don't know what you're talking about," I said. "You must have been mistaken."
Jet lag will do that, you know.