Breakfast

Kyle says I don't have to post. But I don't think he minds if I do go ahead and post. He's smiling. Well, now he's scratching his ear. And messing with plastic bags. Oh, he's folding them. He does a really good job at this (and many many other things). I've told him that I, too, can fold plastic bags. Haven't shown him yet, but I will. Most of our plastic bags are from Pete's Market, and we use them to clean up after Roxanne on walks (she has well-working digestive & excretory systems). Now he's reading... he does things faster than I can type them all. And we just learned about haptic-- inspired by the minimalism book he's reading, and aided & abetted by Google & Wikipedia. Roxanne barked at passersby, Kyle shushed her, he read some more, and as he reads he twiddles the Polaroid picture he uses as a bookmark. And we're listening to Leonard Cohen sing, and now I'm gonna go fold a plastic bag and show it to Kyle.