Growing up, when asked questions like "Did you remember to pack the ___________?" my father always responded "Oh no, I sure wish I had the piano with me" (implying that the aforementioned critical item was left on the piano). Today, Lisa and Jake took the ferry to join me in Seattle so that we could go to the Passport Office and apply for Jake's first passport. I brought the forms (pre-filled out to save us time), and cute passport-sized photos of Jake (funny to think they'll be used for five years when he'll change so much), directions to the office, and even my passport to use as an ID for his application. But, I forgot a crucial item - Jake's birth certificate to show that he indeed exists. An hour later - after a run around downtown to the County Courthouse - I acquired a new copy of his birth certificate, and all was saved. I sure wish I had the piano!