From Christmas. Even at the times I am most vexed by Jason's childishness--trying to get him to take his medicine tonight, for example--I am still grateful for the ways in which he is a child. We have actual conversations nowadays, and I can already feel him bursting at the seams to be taken seriously. He's just like I was at his age. I wonder if that will last.
One of the exhibits at the New Children's Museum involves a big, jungle-gym-ish sculpture, a large funhouse mirror, and "beastly" costumes that the kids can put on. I'm not sure exactly what the lesson is in terms of art or environmentalism (the two big themes at the museum) but, anyway, Jason liked it.