A brief scene at my front door
One afternoon this weekend, there was a knock at my front door. I opened it to find R, a four-year-old neighbor and friend of my son F.
R: Can F play?
Me: Isn’t he at your house already?
R: Oh, yeah — I forgot.
R headed for home, and I went back inside.
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