"In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er,
Like coarsest clothes against the cold"

—Tennyson

Thursday, August 19, 2010

To prolong his bath last night, Isaiah told me a story while he splashed around: "Once upon a time there was a giant pirate boat in the middle of the sea and on it sailed a captain named Captain Scaley. And he fought all of the good guys, even Moses."

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