Sarah, playing in the backyard in the first moments of our Oregon Summer, finds a toy-sized Campbell Soup lunchbox and figures out how to work the tiny metal latch, sealing up inside whatever contents make for a delicious make-believe snack.
But this is not enough. She searches elsewhere and finds a doll’s backpack, slipping one strap over her shoulder just as she’s seen her sister do. Then, my wife’s keys gripped gleefully in her tiny fist, she waves with her other hand and says “Bye!” and “Pea-Schoo”.
Her daddy smiles broadly and only winces a little.