John still eats the same five things but lately has added popcorn. He loves popcorn. After school, he asks: “Watch movie in the basement and eat some popcorn?” I smile and oblige.
He gathers old friends together, a tall boy and his basket of buds from a wide swath of eras. This boy, this boy who never really got pretend play, has lined them all up in front of the television to watch a movie and eat some popcorn.
You know, pretend play.
I am grateful. Day #2.
