In lieu of his playpen, which is now on the Vancouver Express somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean, I’ve let Max play in our bedroom to get his customary independent playtime. He usually just goes in there, rearranges Caseys toiletries and plays in our luggage. Today he discovered a new passion while exploring our hosts nightstand…hairdressing. His Grandma Susan always says real men wear pink, but pink curlers?! I’ve decided to leave it in because it’s possible to take him much less seriously this way, case in point, the meltdown at the bottom.