James and I were sitting on the couch, splitting a can of ginger ale. Tristan was lying face down on my stomach, half asleep. This may be hard to picture, but our couch is a recliner so it does make sense.

We were passing the can back and forth and Tristan extended his arms as babies tend to. I remarked that he must’ve wanted some of the soda. James told him that we’d just finished the can. Tristan busted out screaming at that moment.

Little punkass.