My son places his toy airplane (as opposed to his real one) on the keyboard while I type and then rolls over and continues his flight. I'm sitting in bed, HBO on because I couldn't find cartoons for him to give me the space I need to wine down. My daughter is being walked to sleep down our apartment building hallway by the Ayi. Another plane crash on the keyboard and then he's off again. I wonder if I ever played like that. I doubt it. And I mean I doubt it in a serious way. Another crash. I remember having toy soldiers as a kid and being excited by the idea of playing with them but when I actually did it I was bored. I am always bored and disinterested except by work and things that make me think of less interesting things. He's now telling himself a story. It sounds like a real dogfight. Yesterday was my daughter's birthday. I left home for work at 7am and returned home at 10pm. I did not see hew awake. Priorities outside of myself are not my strength. The nice thing about having children is you realize what it's like to be one and what you missed. He likes to crash the planes. He's asking me to crash the planes with him. He asks in English which is nice because I don't understand it when he speaks Chinese. He's now throwing the airplanes. He makes eye contact and smiles a lot. To be a child, for a day, if not less.