was in itself a form of creativity which seems to have stood them in good stead in adulthood. They are sound, brave and good men. What more could one ask for?)
Suddenly, Ariel or Puck or Titania or whoever has been busy abusing
my Caliban decides it is time to draw if the weather is bad, in which case I
struggle with my pencil and pad while she and her brother draw pictures so fast it’s like watching a printing press. If the weather is good, it’s time to ride bikes, play catch, and roll on the front lawn. I toodle along behind the bikes, giving
the occasional push if a hill is steep, or I try to throw balls or kick balls around the yard as well. If we were to graph their increasing athletic skills against my decreasing capabilities, the lines are about to cross. Rolling on the grass went out for me about thirty years ago.
At 5PM precisely, they grab their backpacks, run to the car and, led by
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