Dinner is done. The house is quiet. We move into the living room and Dad and Jack sit on the floor to get in just one last spot of "play." To hear the vigor and joy and anticipation that Jack can pack into that one three-syllable word is amazing -- "puh-lay-EE?" Note the small white car in his hand. It's his "ambulancia" the Spanish version rolls off his tongue with ease and conviction. Sadly, the ambulancia has a battery, makes a horrific noise, including a voice-over from some crazed sounding person and the back wheels send the truck careening across the room. As such, the ambulancia finds itself on long missions to dark corners of linen drawers and canned food closets when we can't take it anymore.
All that said, it is one of the most peaceful times of our lives when it occurs. You can feel the stress slipping out the door, drifting away as a little boy gets sleepier.
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