As we finished dinner, I suggested a post-dinner walk, which Henry immediately said was against the rules. After seeing the look of dejection on my face, he followed up by saying, “I think mom would understand.” So, the three of us walked to Gasworks Park, picking flowers along the way. Kristine, do you understand?
When I was a kid, I took a notebook of graph paper with me everywhere I went so that I could write, in order, my numbers. I called that notebook “The Plans.” I can’t remember exactly why I did that. I think it was a cross between emulating James Bond and my dad (who was always carrying around customers’ construction plans). Well, Henry has picked up the habit. And today, he reached 1000. He’s a little bit obsessed. Last night he fell asleep with a pencil in his hands.