We’ve always said my oldest is like his Uncle Kirky – he’s happy where he is. Pretty much no matter where that is. Which is great – until you want to take him somewhere else. When he was very small, this looked like lots of fits and crying any time we loaded up to go anywhere. It looked like LOTS of crying when leaving places he really liked, like grandparents’ houses. You know – the most fun places on the planet. In between those sad, sad, sobs, he’d cry “More times! More times!” to signify that he really wanted to stay a little longer. The title is a nod to that tearful exclamation, because I hope we have a lot of times in our life where we just want more times.
