While in the kitchen yesterday, I heard Peter talking from our bedroom. I knew he had been reading in our bed earlier, but it didn't sound like him reading. So, I went to check on him. Turns out he heard kids playing basketball at a distant house. He apparently was watching them, longing to play too. Now, mind you, these kids were probably in their teens and playing a little rough b-ball. I gently told Peter that those kids were a little too big for him to play with. He was not pleased with that answer:
But he still was intrigued by their playing...
He seemed okay to know that he'll one day be big enough to play too!
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