Murder

A moment of Zen for you.

That's my son ...

I have a photo of E at Pennsic (the really astonishing photo Colin took, actually) as the image on my laptop.

Tonight, before dinner, the computer was open and E was looking at the picture.

"Mamma?"

"Yes, Evan"

"Can we go visit our Pennsic house?"

I hugged him. "Do you like being at Pennsic?"

[shyly] "Yeah"

"What do you like about it?"

"Our round house. And kids to play with." He hugged my arm tight. "I want to build our Pennsic house again."

So do I, Evan, so do I.