...the day after christmas, we took charlie out to the Brandywine River Museum, a place I frequented for field trips over the years:
...Charlie is particularly interested in still-life.
...And in trains:
...afterward, we stopped to show Ken my old elementary school. I hadn't been back in a long time. Forever, really. Maybe since I left. I could see my friends and I playing four-square. I could see the May-Pole on the field behind the school. A random memory of losing a tooth in a piece of pizza in the cafeteria came back. And then my little boy took off to the playground where I played. And it was freezing and windy but it was wonderful too:
I want to thank whichever kid or teacher forgot to pick up that last ball before leaving for Christmas break and put it in a spot perfect for my Charlie to find.