Weekend (Long): Redux

On the other hand, there was a moment this morning in which one child lay grizzling happily while the other child helped me extract a startling variety of objects from underneath his bed, and was so thrilled by the physical act of this, in the wedging of his small body under the mattress until he became, to the watcher, little more than a pair of wriggling legs, that he continued until we'd amassed a small army of forgotten toys -two lost bus passengers, a wooden stove, a small, incomplete family of penguins, three discarded stickers- while outside the window, despite the morning heat, the sky turned infinitesimally bluer, darkening one jot further toward September's slate, and I thought: 

OK.