Monday night we George-napped our neighbor and spent a fine summer evening entertaining the lad.
It had been a while since we’d searched for piggies who’d gone to the market, and George gamely offered his toes for a round or 27.
He peeked, and we a-booed and we all got a good chuckle out of that one too. In fact, if we may say so ourselves, George thought we were hilarious. We took a nice long walk, introduced him to some friends, and enjoyed a cold drink on the porch.
Our own baby turns 18 soon, and seven days later she leaves for college. How nice for us, then, that we live in a neighborhood lively with chubby-toed babies and kind people who share them.