tesher
I’ve got two long post drafts that aren’t getting any closer to publishing, and a good blog post is a published blog post, so:
My nine-year-old nephew Tesher was here for a few days. We did all kinds of stuff. We went to the MIT Museum with Mark and Eleanor. We played Fluxx. We welcomed Martin home from a month away with a huge pasta dinner the two of us cooked. We made a rainbow cake for Back Yard Burning Man, and generally hung out a lot.
He’s a storyteller, a kind and considerate kid, a tae kwon do practitioner, and he did a hell of a lot to help out, both around the house and at BYBM. Afterwards I heard from several people how much they’d enjoyed his company, and so help me, I was proud.
Not to mention, it was a fantastic amount of fun. And at the end of each day, he put himself to sleep. I mean, I know he’s nine and all, but… when did that happen? Wasn’t it just a couple of years ago that I lived with him (and my brother, and my sister in law) and Tesher was a toddler?
We should totally do this more.
August 13th, 2009 at 3:58 am
Nine years?? Almighty. I remember when he was born, like, a year ago.