Sunday, March 15, 2015

One At a Time

After the Pi-Day event, Katie and I walk through the rain to the Museum of Math to indulge in some pie and hot chocolate. Katie's mood is dour.

"I couldn't even hear myself think with that kid talking and running around - it was like his voice was just drilling straight into my skull," she says as we cross against the light.

I've had similar reactions to other kids, and Katie talked me down then, so I realize that my job is to be the balanced one right now, and all I have to say is, "Uh-huh."

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