Scenes from a day

This morning on the way to Small Boy’s Gymboree class I see four groups with instruments and collection buckets leaving the Salvation Army headquarters.

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The sidewalks are already wet and slush-covered; no more dragging the sled around the neighborhood.

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At lunchtime the inevitable happens and Boychen falls off the ladder up to his brother’s bunk-bed; a fall of about one meter straight to the hardwood floor.

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At the Natural History Museum Small Boy points to a set of jaws in a glass case: “Look, Boychen, that’s from a shark. Sharks can be dangerous but they don’t come on the land. They only live under water. They eat fish, and fish live in water, so sharks live in water too.”

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R takes Boychen to the pediatrician, who does several neurological tests and declares “He was lucky.” We have to wake him twice during the night tonight.

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On the way home from the museum Small Boy and I stop to pick up ingredients for dinner. He pushes the cart, puts in everything I point to, unloads everything at the cash register, and puts the cart away.

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I run into an acquaintance who I hope will become a friend.

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On the way home, we pass a Salvation Army band singing.

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