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1
On vacation one July, we went with L------ (5 years old) and W----- (3) to a twilight fireworks display on the beach. It was great, and we all loved it. Not only was the beach crowded with happy spectators. All over the little harbor were the lights of the boats who had come in close to shore for the fireworks.
Afterwards, as we marched along with all the people across the sands, headed for our little rented cabin, I asked L------ if she'd had a good time.
"I'm so happy," she said, "my smile is not big enough to let all my happiness out."
2
S----- home-schooled our children for two years before we moved from our tiny mid-western village to a larger city in the east. For our daughter it was 2nd and 3rd grades, and for our son it was kindergarten and 1st grade. Of course this was a huge commitment for S-----, and she did a great job. I was "superintendent" - that is, the State required that someone with this title file an annual home-school curriculum. I assumed that role; S----- did all the real work.
This whole experience was great for our family. S----- kept the children busy throughout each day, and we all considered just about everything our family did a teaching-learning experience.
For example, at one point during the first year we could see that an opportunity to visit Chicago would be coming up in several weeks. Not only did we plan our travel and talk with the friends who were going to be our hosts. Since we knew that one of our treats would be to spend some time in the Chicago Art Institute, we started to play regularly a board game we owned called "Masterpiece."
This game involved buying, selling, and trading great paintings according to instructions on the board determined by rolls of the dice. Also by chance the values of each painting was determined, including some "forgeries." It was pretty simple and good family fun for the four of us. The thing was, the postcard-sized reproductions of the masterpieces was taken from the Chicago Art Institute. We talked all the time about how we might actually see in person the paintings themselves.
The big day came. Imagine the scene: on a weekday morning, the Institute galleries very nearly empty except for a few elderly patrons along with the guards in each large gallery. In one such vast room, it was silent; on the walls were huge Renaissance paintings by the grand masters of Europe. There was one guard and in one corner, two gray-haired women looking intently at the little placard next to one of the paintings.
Crashing into this peace was suddenly the excited voice of a tiny 5-year-old scampering toward the far wall. "Look, Mama," W----- cried. "The Rembrandt, Mama! The Rembrandt!" The guard, who had been preparing to sprint over to protect "Night Watch" relaxed a bit. The little old ladies were nodding in admiring surprise. They must have thought a boy genius had appeared before them.
And it was all from playing a home board game.
3
When the children were still very young, I kept trying to do some of my work at home, as I'd always done before. It became harder and harder to quash the temptation to play with L------ and W----- .
One morning as I sat behind my desk (made of a door on top of two 2-drawer filing cabinets) I had to say: "No, W-----. Daddy has to work." Then a little later: "No, W----- . Daddy can't play now." Finally, in my sternest voice: "Leave Daddy alone, W----- ! Go play by yourself!"
S----- was in the kitchen, the room next door. W----- shuffled in, looking very sad. When she made eye-contact, he said mournfully: "Daddy is child-abusing me."
4
When our daughter L------ was four and our son W----- was two, S----- use to have to strap each of them into separate car seats in the backseat of our little Vega station when errands had to be run or shopping had to be done. The children both faced forward, but S----- had L------ and the rear-view mirror positioned so that their eyes could meet as, for example, the car was stopped for a traffic light. At most times a stop-and-go conversation would be proceeding as the drive continued.
One day in December, as L------'s and S-----'s eyes met at a stop light, L------ said brightly: "I know how to spell Santa."
"Oh?" S----- replied cautiously. "How?"
L------ said slowly, drawing it out: "M - A - M - A." She sat there looking into her mother's eyes with just a shadow of a smile on her lips.
"Well!" S----- said. "Don't tell W-----."
The look on L------'s face showed she was pretty darn proud of herself.
5
L------ was sitting in her high-chair one morning when she was about two. S----- was bustling around the kitchen getting her something for breakfast.
After a moment, she plopped down in front of the child a bowl of Cheerios in milk. Then "Mama" turned away again for a moment so that L------ could pick up her spoon and start eating.
"Mama?" she said instead.
"Yes, L------"
"What are these?" L------ was gesturing toward her cereal. She certainly knew what Cheerios were, so S----- went over to take a look.
"Oh, L------," S----- said as she picked up the bowl, "those are weevils."
" I thought so!" L------ said in an authoritative tone.
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