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He was so pleased to master a “real” figure. The first few times I had to hold strings down on his thumbs… they’re pretty little thumbs. But once he got the hang of it there was no stopping him.

He was equally as pleased to invent his own figure. I can’t remember now what this was, but he would be able to tell you exactly.

I’m submitting one haiku every week this year to Neil Muscott’s Haiku Project. These are two from today that didn’t quite make the cut, but which I think do a good job of encapsulating the feel of today’s life/art:

warm spell —
we scramble to find
our bike helmets

our bamboo thicket
is now my son’s space —
I may not enter