Eccentricities

I got a laugh today, sitting around the dinner table. It is Will's last day as a seven year old. Jeff was elegantly discussing what a great year he had. He made such great strides in reading, in soccer, in biking, in skiing. He's had such a great time with family, with friends. It was a sweet reflection really.

And all the while, Will is at the end of the table, mouth wide, eyes focused, miming a tiger, crawling up his chair, stealthily moving onto all fours, climbing under the table, roaring, hissing. Never breaking character. As Jeff's background reflection plays on, seemingly oblivious of his subject, the juxtaposition kills me.

Earlier today, all week actually, after her tennis camp, Clara licked her racket strings for like 5 minutes. Is it the texture? The taste? Is there something on it? Did she rub it in syrup? I don't know.

I do appreciate the parental privilege, to marvel at these, umm... eccentricities.