We're raising a Texan

Well, Jamie had a wonderful time in Yavont, there can be no question. We played in the dirt, went to the pool, went to the beach by the lake, went for walks, threw rocks in various bodies of water at great length and saw many family members and friends all of whom responded loyally to Jamie's oft-repeated demands to play with working trucks. Good times. Jamie, however, claimed throughout not to like Yavont. "I just like Houston, Texas," he would say. When asked why he produced two reasons. One, "I'm scared of the bears in Yavont" (We didn't see a single bear all summer). Two, astonishingly, "Yavont is kind of boring." The real reason, in fact, is nothing more than the fact that his beloved riding truck, upon which he zooms around our house, had stayed behind. This was a strike against Yavont from the beginning. I'm glad he blamed the state and not us.

He is getting a little come-uppance now, however. He had gotten in the habit of saying "Let's take a walk," or "Let's play outside," only to be told that it is far too hot. We're not in Yavont anymore.