Kina really struggled to make sense of our evening alone yesterday while I couldn’t speak, thinking somehow that she wasn’t being fun enough to make me engage her in conversation. Sorry, kid.

In case it is hard to read, here is what the illustration of our top headline depicts:

Kina, shouting from other room: “DADDY YOUR NAME IS SPACE TOOTH!”

Daddy: [Walks to bathroom, pantomimes inability to speak]

Kina, whispering: “daddy your name is space tooth”

Anyhow, my name is Space Tooth, and my voice is steadily returning,

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