Have you ever been out with Alek? At a party, out to dinner, hanging out at a friends' house? Then you've noticed that at some point in the early evening, Alek will come up to me, drape himself over the nearest piece of furniture (or my lap), and say,
"Can we go hooooooooooooooome now?"
After eating a few pounds of crab meat last week, Alek's early evening misery was more poignant than ever:
But I think he was partly kidding...