Oldest Son hangs his cap on his backpack as he gets ready to study for his math test. The grass stain on the knee of his baseball pants reminds me of the little boy. |
Each child is at his desk either writing or reading or studying. A small bowl of pretzels slowly empties. Youngest Son still has an occasional question for me. Oldest Son is way beyond needing my help.
The Sound of Homework is the sound of independence. It is a silent, steady rhythm.
Youngest Son busy with history. |
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