I think that most of you know that this year was the year for the 13-year cicadas to emerge.
Well, John can’t say “cicada.” He says “micaya.” We’ve corrected him a ton of times and each time he looks at us like we have lost our minds. Almost as if to say, “That is what I said!” As the 13-year cicadas begin to die off, it occurs to me that “micaya” is something I want to remember…. After all, he’ll be 15 the next time they emerge and, somehow, I don’t think the micayas will be anywhere near as interesting.