Hurst Street
Monday, May 28, 2012
Bedtime
I put him to bed.
Ice water.
2 books.
Blade Runner soundtrack playing.
8:46, he emerges. Hands cocked to make guns, fingers pointing out from his temples, he looks at me and says, "these are lasers."
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