You've had a good little life, haven't you?
It’s 6am.
The table is covered with fresh art supplies and cereal boxes ready to be deconstructed. Two boys are working away.
It’s 7am.
Three boys are doing three different puzzles. They are all within four feet of one another. Each is focused single-mindedly on their own puzzle and allows no eye contact with other humanity. But they converse, and one quietly sings Tomorrow from Annie.
Morning pronouncements.
I have a sore throat, our daughter announces.
My lymph node is sore, our oldest son announces.
The Countess - my wife, their mom - looks at them up and down and nods sympathetically. ‘You,’ she says, looking at each with extra-affection before shrugging, ‘you’ve had good little lives, haven’t you?’
I love this woman. And her children. And a shared sense of humor.
Parents and children
Something pretty in the ruins (I will write this well to remember it well).