Play time.

"The boys took all of the animals," she leaned over and whispered to me. A blank, but serious, expression on her scrawny face. 


A few minutes later, I looked over to see her sitting protectively in front of nearly a dozen stuffed animals and balls.  A hoarder if I ever saw one.  What use were the toys sitting behind her back? 


Eliott, on the other hand, continued to shake his new found maraca, unaware that a ball had just bounced across his back.   One child in ignorant bliss, the other in a state of paranoia.