Traveling with a person under the age of three has its challenges. While I wish to be a bourbon swilling, free wheeling hooligan, I can not be, most days. I have to be patient. I have to be cool. I have to be an example. At one point today the little blonde yells, "Ahhh, a compromise is coming!" I can only guess he has mistaken the word for some kind of troll or ghoul that would live under a bridge. The truth is, damn straight a compromise is coming. Always. All days. It may just be my new motto.