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the patient boy

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-seven years and one million words

Tonight I put The Boy through something arduous for a small boy. Waiting as I did errands.

It was one of those evenings. I'd been catching up on my workload all day and in the evening I had a fair bit of running around to do after picking him up at the day care. First we dropped off a roll of film from the Hong Kong trip for development. Then we bought coffee beans. Then we stopped at a "baby's" store and looked at some lightweight toddler's strollers. And finally we stopped at a burger place for what I shamefacedly called "dinner".

Through it all, his behaviour was quite good. He likes being out in the city, and really seems to enjoy being on the bike. By the time we were home, he was clearly ravenous, and kept saying, "hamburger".

A good evening. Even if The Boy's already too big for the toddler's strollers that I was able to find.