Wednesday, February 17, 2010

#51

We are enjoying the late summer in Prospect Park. We rode the carousel, went to the Audubon Center, and took a boat ride where the guide talked about conservation and the threats that humans pose to natural settings like the park. We're on our way home:

Jack: Daddy, when I get home, I want to paint pictures of trees being born.

Dad: Oh, that's a nice idea, Jack.

Isaac: I want to paint pictures of birds being dead.


I'm laughing to myself, but then I realize: Somebody is thinking about the balance of nature. Good boy, Isaac.

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