"Hey," I say to the five-year-old as evening turns to night. "If you're done with all these puzzles, you know you need to clean 'em up and put 'em away."
The Brawn looks down at all the puzzles on the floor; he'd gone on one of his sporadic puzzle sprees a few hours earlier.
"I just thought," he says, adopting what I'm sure he thinks is a generous tone, "that people might like to look at them."
Well, *I* am certainly enjoying looking at them.
Posted by: Karen Edmisten | Wednesday, December 17, 2014 at 05:53 PM