A friend of ours came over one evening last week. She is a long time friend of T’s and mine from our college days and she’s always had a sort of special relationship with each of us. As E has gotten older, he’s grown to love her as well. She can match his energy and enthusiasm on a consistent basis, which us a big reason for his affection for her. The other reason is that she’s never afraid to get down to his level, whether they’re doing puzzles or dancing or fighting with light-sabers.
As we sat down to eat dinner, E started telling the three of us something that I can’t remember, although it was clearly very important to him at the time. Continue reading “Big Brother Short Stories”
