Well, this is the beginning. Yesterday, Dirigiyem was born. Today, the epilogy begins. First, as Dirigiyem is just a baby, he grows less sane every day. Today, he ambushed the kitchen by eating all the Chex Mix and the almond milk. Then, he loaded all of my upstairs neighbor's Nerf guns and, as he has no true hands, failed to pull all the triggers. How he managed to load the guns in the first place is beyond my range of thought. Granted, that range is very large. How Dirigiyem got out of the fist question I'll ask him when he learns to talk. I hope he can say something else than "Bloonbloonbeepboppybossed".
