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By Marc Parent

There's no one like a baby to appear life's maximum mysteries sq. within the eye, and there's no author like Marc mother or father to translate a child's revelations for the remainder of us. He attempts to coach his sons the right way to win at his favourite board video games yet learns as an alternative the enjoyment of creating up your individual incoherent ideas. He nurtures their compassion, they train him approximately love and forgiveness within the face of anger. Believing all of it is a publication concerning the issues we knew as childrens -- approximately gratitude and playfulness, popularity and love -- that typically elude us as adults. ebook jacket.

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Most times, with their hands in the middle of everything, there’s hardly a choice. After a whole morning of splitting wood, firewood is the smallest piece of what I end up with. The process has become the end in itself. The process has become the destination. So I’ll turn these logs into pieces that will dry and burn by next season, but I’ll sprain my wrist again. Produce another special treat. Stop to smell the inside of a tree. And if I’m lucky, the fireplace will roar with heat and my boys will cherish, as I have, the memory of a father who splits wood.

Casey gets two more on his tree and starts to line the rest around the spinner. Owen opens his mouth and calmly lowers his head into the pile. Casey hits the spinner and the cherries fly to the floor. “Go pick them up now,” I say, lifting Owen’s head and pulling his jaw open. Wet cherries drip from his mouth. Casey lifts two fistfuls above his head and lets them fall to the board in a cherry downpour. Owen thinks this is a super idea. He lifts cherries above his head and drops them into his shirt collar and the cuffs of his jeans.

I’ve never abused the power of those words, always delivering on their promise. The boys climb cautiously down the jagged wood pile and stand at my feet. I raise an eyebrow and ask them if they’re ready — presentation is always a big part of a special treat. Casey nods eagerly. Owen’s eyes are wide and waiting. ” Casey asks. Could be anything from Popsicle to bug, and special, by God. He knows it. Always special. “Behind my back,” I say. His face goes from curious to puzzled as I present a small, fresh split of wood from the center of an enormous log.

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