First Time
Tonight, as I lay on the floor in my work clothes, Girl approached me and began gently stroking my calf. It seems, in her short life, she has never before had the opportunity to inspect legs wearing tights.
There They Are
On Monday night, while I was at rehearsal, Boy hit his chin on the edge of a bookshelf and had to go to Urgent Care. He was running at full speed across the playroom (as is his habit) when he tripped. His wound was (Mother told me) almost as wide as it was long, and he had to get 9 stitches. The doctor said Boy was the best patient he'd ever had, but Mother came home concerned. "He was so blank," she said, "just completely compliant, as if he wasn't even there." When Boy knocked on my door the next morning, he told me first thing that he had hurt his chin and had had to go to the doctor. "Did it hurt?" I asked. "Yeah." He said. "But I was wheely, wheely bwave." During breakfast it seemed Boy was still in shock. He sat there eating his eggs and didn't once encourage Girl to make a bad decision. As much as meals with Boy and Girl are sometimes unpleasant due to tears of frustration (by Girl; WHY AM I LOCKED IN THIS CHA...
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