Yesterday afternoon, Sam and I were sitting on the couch reading books. He now insists on holding the book and turning the pages, making it impossible for me to read. We usually just chat about the pictures. I honestly get bored after a while and stop paying attention. (Which one of us acts like a one-year-old?)
My eyes were glazed over. Suddenly Sam exclaimed and chattered excitedly. Still not interested, I didn't know what he was going on about. He pointed across the room, laughing, and then poked himself in the eye. Now THIS was interesting. He hurled himself off the couch and ran over to an end table.
Reaching over a few frames, he picked up a candle-less candlestick I had forgotten was there. It was narrow at the top, and flared into a wider bottom. Squinting, Sam held the narrow end up to his eye and danced around.
I looked down at the open book. There was a sailor, standing on a boat, looking into the distance with a telescope to his eye.
Ahoy!
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