Follow the adventure: The Tokyo Toddler
In addition to dealing with a 16-hour time change, 3 molars are cutting their bloody way through Connor’s gums. This made for a rough night.
We warned our homestay host and fellow couchsurfers, and apologized in advance in case Connor had some middle-of-the-night wakeups. He did better than we expected… if your given definition of “expected” stops at about 4:30 in the morning.
Still, life is about making up for the rough parts. At the end of a really really really really early morning walk with Connor—we’ll get to that—I stopped in a bakery to pick up a loaf of Apology Bread. As we packed up to head out for a day of Tokyo sightseeing, I sliced up the bread and left it with a wee note.
Sorry, everyone. Molars respect no clocks. More raisin bread?