Last Friday, Nikhil and grandpa came over to spend the weekend with us. Nikhil is our nephew and is 8 years old. All through Saturday our living room was scattered with toys on the floor, reminiscent of the following lines of Chris. G. Vaillancourt’s poem:

Toys are scattered about the floor.
Robots and Dinosaurs attack plastic soldiers.
The Grandsons are enacting a bloody battle…. Continue reading “A Pat On My Back”