Homeric Chariots and a Slightly Busted Batmobile
On the Couch

When Life Gives You Watermelon (Take 2)

There rides a boy

Charlie say on the blue couch next to me at 10.45pm and asked for something to drink and some crackers. We did type B ocean and he was quite interested when I read him a book about a yellow schoolbus and inattentive and edgy when I read two pages of One Fish Two Fish Red Fish Blue and some nursery rhymes.

(Hint, hint.)

My parents went up to bed just before midnight and Charlie sat sort of staring and then said 'bedtime.' First, though, he pulled up the music on his iPad and looked carefully over the colored squares of albums, six across.

He fell asleep without getting undressed.

At 2.15am I heard thumps and recalled all the watermelon he had eaten and all that he'd drank. After carrying out the things that were necessary, he went right back to bed. I praised him and turned out the light. He went back to sleep.

That is growing up.


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