Ditto

We were playing school. This is a very popular game along the lines of "Follow the Leader." Maddie, apparently tired of my continuing to claim it was time to lay out my nap mat, suggested a new game.

"Daddy, now we're playing Nana's house and I'm Nana."

She cradled my head. "You'll always be my grand-daughter," she told me. "Love you forever."

The Kids

Hunter and hunted

Pillows and blankets were piled all around creating a formidable obstacle course. Maddie was working her way over a particularly bumpy patch. Caleb crouched atop the highest point ready to pounce. With the timing of a cheetah after his prey, he lept.

The tackle, for a football fan, was a thing of beauty: head in front of his target, wrap up, drive the legs through the point of contact. This kid has a future.

Decisions

"Caleb, do you want to watch Cars?"
"Ya"
"Or do you want to watch Nemo?"
"Ya"
"Cars?"
"Ya"
"Which one buddy. Cars or Nemo?"
"Ummm...Ne-Cars."