So my son has taken to practicing shooting darts. We have a board in the basement. He can’t shoot from the line yet (well, he can, but he hits my wall), so we have him at half distance. Last night, while I was zoning out feeling sorry for myself (still sick), he proclaims:
I hit a bulls eye! My first BULLS EYE!!
Needless to say, the pride I feel pales the endless knowledge he seems to absorb, the countless kind acts he performs, or the respect he has for both K and I – no, the proudest moment I can recall is that my son has hit his first bulls eye!
Back to sleep.