My apartment is full of marbles. We've made a kick-ass marble run throughout the place, but misfires have marbles all over the place. I've had the boys clean them up, but there are still marbles about. B2 calls'em "Marballs" -- I love that. You can see the kid logic at work in it. B2 is funny -- he's very adept at language; he notices rhymes and delights in them, and joins in. He's done this for quite awhile. I made up a kind of rhyming game between us where I'll rhyme something, and he has to come up with something to match it, and he does. There are other examples of his linguistic prowess, but they're eluding me at the moment. It makes me smile, though -- he's gotten my facility with language. He's also a natural actor. Love that.
Everybody's nearly better after our weeklong bout with the flu. Just a few trace congested coughs, going away in steps. That's good. Good fucking riddance to that.
