One afternoon, at the park

We’re playing Bug’s favorite game, “Run Down the Big Hill”. I don’t know why the city bothers spending money on swings and slides, really.

Two kids appear from the baseball field at the top of the hill and run down to the bottom, while Bug and I watch.

Bug stares after them for a long time.

“Mommy?” he says. This was back when he still called me Mommy.

“Yes, Bug?”

He raises his hand and points a chubby finger toward the two kids’ retreating figures.

“Was that Jack and Jill?”

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