growing_up past she looked wearier than usual. it was obvious that it had been a long day. "how was today?" i asked. "good, good. you know they're getting older. they're all dropping their naps." "was he good?" i looked down at dear imparfait, russling his hair. "oh yes, very quiet during nap time. he didn't sleep." her eyes glazed, "none of them sleep." they went bright again "but he was good. he looked at books and did well. it's just they're all growing up." 230303 what's it to you? who go blather from