...both of whom could be considered odd. The eldest, who is 5, has an animist worldview. This is incredibly convenient when it comes to explaining to her why we should care what recently happened in Japan, or why we should treat our companion animals with respect. It's not so handy, though, when attempting to convince her that that old Cheerios box needs to be recycled. As far as she's concerned, the soul-destroying rejection that the box would experience by being discarded would render it incapable of ever trusting again. And boxes that can't trust are boxes that make bad choices.
The younger of the two is a cyclone of activity and inquisitiveness. Nothing escapes her notice, and few things escape her grasp. She is possessed of motor control that would be the envy of somebody twenty times her eighteen months. Her latest tactic is to push a chair away from the table over to the kitchen counters. The entire culinary world at her fingertips, she proceeds to investigate anything that catches her fancy. Falls are momentary setbacks; a few tears, a bit of a snuggle, and she's off to devise new and even more perilous ways to shorten both her life and those of her parents.
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