A grey and chilly Saturday morning, about 10 o’clock – not inviting weather for playgrounds, too early for running and screaming in the hallway outside our apartment. Caleb has a pile of cushions in his arms and a few of my old scarves.
Caleb tries to entice his brother into a game: “Leeeaahm, plaaaay with me. Pleeeezzzze. We can play money…”
Liam: “Okay, all right, stop bothering me. We can play money. How do you play?”
Caleb: “First we kill the good guys. Then we take the money and run around like chipmunks.”
Liam: “Cool. Let’s do it.”
