Thursday, August 31, 2006

This melts even my cold, dead heart

That same nephew and his mother were once on their way home from my parents’ house one evening, and Big Sister #3 wanted to keep Four-Year-Old Nephew awake during the ride. “Let’s play the word game,” she said. (I had recently taught him to play the word-association game.) “I’ll start, she said. Night.”

“Moon,” came the reply.





“Papa,” said Big Sister #3.

There was a tiny pause, and he replied, “Funny.”


A slightly longer pause.


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