Noah as “Tigger Woods”Halloween 2011
It’s a damp Saturday morning here, north of Toronto, and I plan to spend the day with my grandson, five-year-old Noah. I picked him up on my way home from work last night and we spent the evening watching Beethoven and eating nachos. Afterward he helped me water the potted plants outdoors, and when I finally tucked him into bed he snuggled in with his stuffed animals, and I think he was asleep before I walked downstairs. Continue reading “How I Lost My Budgerigar”