Let the games begin. Asher and Bennett are now officially "playing" together. From the parental perspective, the arrangement has its ups and downs. For instance, they occasionally sit together and occupy themselves, affording us some well-deserved respite. Sometimes Bennett will decide that Asher should not be playing with a certain truck. He pulls it away. Asher pulls back, and emphasizes his resistance with a low roar. Bennett roars back, and the taunting escalates along with the pitch until we can concentrate on nothing but the load squeals coming from the corner of the room. But it's still fun to see them standing together at the train table.

These are the penetrating eyes that will someday convince a slighted girlfriend or neglected wife of genuine sincerity.

Bennett refers to the laundry baskets as "nets," in a reference to Dr. Suess: I bet with my net I can get those pets yet.

There are few things in life as wonderful as a day game on a beautiful afternoon. We went with friends via BART to the old Oakland Coliseum, where admission was $2 and hot dogs were $1. The A's beat up on the Orioles, and everyone had a great time.

In case anyone is tracking the dimensions of Asher's thighs...

Our little half-naked bookworm.














