The Boy discovered an old sugar lamb from Easter — last Easter or perhaps the previous one.
It had turned various unnatural colors and looked almost moldy. How long does it take sugar to mold? Does sugar mold?
So maybe it wasn’t last Easter; perhaps it was even further back. I’ve no idea.
I just came home and found him working on it — cutting it with random blows from the knife.
It’s one of those random events that I might think of at some unexpected time when the Boy is not the Boy but the Man, and K and I are wondering where the time went…
The constant thought of parents…