Today was the first time I'd seen K & D in 8 days, since Aunt I and I were stuck in New York for several extra days. This is an unusually long time for me not to see them, and during the week, their mother told me on the phone that D was complaining that he wanted me to come and take him to camp.
But mostly, kids of that age live "in the moment," and have only a vague grasp of the passage of time, as is evident from what K said to me today when he saw me: not "Hi" or "I missed you" or even "Where were you?"-- he said, "Your purple socks are still at our house."
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