My son is at Cub Scout Day Camp today. I still have four children here at the homestead, but it is plain that something is missing. You see, it is quiet.
From his earliest days, he has shown a great aptitude for noise. He does not know how to walk through the house. He bounces, skips, and flops his way about. He takes stairs two at a time while slapping the walls the whole way. He taps his fingers or feet, drums his chest and legs, and hums; always hums. He cannot move about with finesse--he must take a running leap to achieve Destination: Couch.
Why do I ache when I think of him metamorphosing into a man? I need my noisy boy.