R was upset at me for the longest time because I forgot to bring his DS so he could play with it during N's swimming lessons. It's true, the devil exists, in the form of electronic games, or at least the stupidity which allowed me to let this into his life. Short live the game!
After about an hour and a lollipop he started to forgive me, to lean against me as we sat poolside encouraging Nora, his chest bare and cheeks pink from the heat, skin slightly moist with sweat. I see clearly what I don't want to see, his path to transcendence is disappointment, and I suspect he'll be less of a baby once I grow up, too.
