Wednesday, October 28, 2009


This weekend, we were sitting at our kitchen table, having lunch, talking. Dwayne was looking through the front room, out the big window, admiring our tree. "That tree is something else," he said. "Yep," I said while chewing. "Our neighbor's tree?!" Norah asked. She sounded scared. "No. Our tree." Dwayne said. "But, our neighbor's tree is pretty, though... " I said.


"It's not a red maple anymore?!" Norah asks with real alarm in her voice. "No, it is." Dwayne answered. "But, you said it's different." Norah said. "What?" Dwayne asked, really confused now. "You said, 'That tree is something else...'" Norah said, rolling her eyes up and mimicking her dad's rhythm perfectly.

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