It's the Holiday Season

Is this a good toy?

Here we are on the square in Carrollton - on a coffee break at Thanksgiving. It's a crazy little bunch of dudes!
With all cousins at the park, before a pretty brutal game of pick-up playground soccer. Cortland, almost 5, Trip, 5, Taylor, 11, Grayson, 7 and Will, 3.
This is a very serious Santa and a very serious little kid. Too bad they were discussing things like politics and the middle east, instead of presents.

From 'To A Young Son' by Julia Johnson Davis

In your face I sometimes see
Shadowings of the man to be,
And eager, dream of what my son
Will be in twenty years and one.

But when you are to manhood grown
And all your manhood ways are known,
Then shall I, wistful, try to trace
The child you once were in your face?

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MY LITTLE ONE - By Tennessee Williams

My little one whose tongue is dumb, whose fingers cannot hold to things, who is so mercilessly young, he leaps upon the instant things, I hold him not.

Indeed, who could? He runs into the burning wood. Follow, follow if you can! He will come out grown to a man and not remember whom he kissed, who caught him by the slender wrist and bound him by a tender yoke which, understanding not, he broke.


We are so very glad that you are happy...
long may you keep so, my dear boy...
May you go on as well
as you have begun.
- Charles Darwin

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