It was 85 degrees yesterday. EIGHTY FIVE. Of course we had to go out and enjoy the fine weather. So after picking Ethan up from school, we drove to our favorite playground. I settled down around the sand box where Ethan was playing. Then I encouraged Caleb to join his brother. Caleb whimpered sadly and shook his head. He sat down by me instead and I assumed he would go off and play soon enough. But he didn’t. My conversation with a friend kept getting interrupted by, “Aaaagh!” and “No-ho-ho-ho-ho!” ...
School would be out in 15 minutes. I had arrived early and pulled into a space facing my sons class. Only a moment later the school doors swung open and 30 or so kindergartners swarmed out onto the playground to savor a bit of the warm day, the first we’d had in a week. I watched my little guy in his gray hoodie climbing the equipment, going down the slide and chasing friends around. After one particularly long chase that began with 6 kids, Ethan was the only one left in pursuit. I watched ...
A story Caleb told me 5 minutes ago after I told him it was time to pick up. “Wuts upod a time, der were two boys. Der names were Ethan and Caleb. One day, dey maked a huuuuuu-uuu-uuuge mess! Da boys tell’d der momma, “You cwean up dis mess!” Der momma made da mess aw cwean. Dee End!!!” In your dreams little man. ...
