Thanks,
T2
Standing at the Intersection of Good Luck Boulevard and Constant Sorrow Lane
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The onslaught of late-April rain forced our retreat from the outdoor park. The next best place for a four-year-old to run off steam was at the indoor playground. There must have been fifty kids at the mall that Saturday afternoon, all of them shrieking at the top of their lungs. While I have no empirical evidence, I firmly believe that there is a direct correlation between the joy and the volume of a child.
The girl was Jesse’s height – maybe a little taller. They couldn’t have been more different. My frazzle-haired, tow-headed tom-boy was dressed in worn jeans and a long-sleeved T-shirt. There was a smear of mud on Jesse’s left knee, and one of her sleeves was rolled up past her elbow, while the other hung below her fingertips. In contrast, the girl was like a
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The onslaught of late-April rain forced my daughter and me to retreat from the outdoor park. The next best place for a five-year-old to run off steam was at the indoor playground. There must have been fifty kids at the mall that Saturday afternoon, all of them shrieking at the top of their lungs. While I have no empirical evidence, I firmly believe there is a direct correlation between the joy and the volume of a child.
The girl was Jesse’s height – maybe a little taller. They couldn’t have been more different. My frazzle-haired, tow-headed tom-boy was dressed in worn jeans and a long-sleeved T-shirt. There was a smear of mud on Jesse’s left knee, and one of her sleeves was rolled up past her elbow, while the other hung below her fingertips. In contrast, the girl was like a
[This message has been edited by First Assistant (edited December 12, 2007).]