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Sunday, August 25, 2013

trying

Posted on 6:13 PM by Unknown
Tuck's been trying to build a jet pack kite.  Inside, as ideas come to him, he talks through them aloud or asks for help sketching designs, wondering whether this or that might work.  Outside he puts his theories to work, undeterred by utter flops.  His list of reasons for needing to fly is almost as big as his portfolio of ideas, and his perseverance is remarkable.

A few days ago he said, Mom, do you think we could save the chicken bones and since my jet pack kite doesn't work yet we could send them to Colby tied to a balloon?  His eyes were bright, sparkling with life, intelligent in the way that knows too much and not enough all at once.  And when my throat reopened, I managed to answer: We could try. 

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