Friday, Dec. 18, 1998
Spence was playing with the kitchen toys in the classroom, and was taking rather too long to finish. Fortunately—this time—I didn’t push, and so got to watch him patiently, methodically, exactly put every dish, every article of food, every single object in the exact cupboard, on the exact shelf or hook from which it had come. Then he looked up. “Ready, Dad.” I didn’t get it on camera, though; Caitlin had made off with it.