novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- brighton pretends that lincoln logs are "light-savers." james has a beautiful son that looks just like him when he smiles. we played wizard's chess and superman. wizard's chess, a harry potter invention, is rather edgy and violent. our version ended with brighton knocking down every single piece on the board and announcing that his horsey won. superman, a game invented by big people so that they can pick children up and spin them around, is rather silly and off-balance. out back on the deck i swung him around my torso, in giant looping circles. he fit himself over my shoulder as i dropped us down and bounced up again. and high he went over my head, arms out and laughing. this three year old is much lighter than the seven year old i swing around on workdays. we had a bike race as james sat nearby plunking on his guitar, whispering words but not really singing. i pushed myself with my heels, my body stuffed under the handlebars, laughing. there was a lot of laughter. this kid he is a little angel. and he has such big feet, i told james. such big feet. 10:11 pm - 06.09.02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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