It is the quiet and calm of January on tummy mountain. The cicadas are deafening, yet despite their perpetual chorus, the little ones have been in a post-Christmas trance like state. During one of these lazy sleepy afternoons the little ones found a chess set in a cupboard.
They drag it out and have me set it all up for them so they could play. I think maybe the pieces fascinate them. What can I say? What can I do? They are just too little to play chess, but I do not want to disappoint them. Wee Small is very direct, very matter of fact. She wants to know the rules.
"Right" says Wee Small "Where's the finish line!"