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Naturally, D.J. wanted to play Ro-Sham-Bo with me as soon as I got to his house tonight. Once he latches onto something like that, he’s going to hang on until something else attracts his interest. Last time, he told me I was his favorite visitor, because I’m the one who always plays with him. “Not always,” I reminded him then. I didn’t want him to assume that I belonged only to him, even though I’d always like to give him the attention he needs and wants. It’s just that there’s not quite enough of me to go around.
The trouble this time was that I’ve been having pain in my wrist for the last few days. I don’t know if it’s a cyclical thing or something to do with the colder weather we’ve been having, but the constant pain I felt last year had mostly subsided, until now. So I explained this to D.J. And he decided we could play left-handed, which we did for a while, until I insisted he think of a new game. And, of course, being the creative child he is, he did. Thinking of something to do, and explaining it endlessly, is not much of an obstacle for him. |
