my son on the flying trapeze

"Come watch me!" calls Little Brother.  "You promised."

So I drag out a chair to the grass by the big tree in the front yard.  "Alright, I'm ready."

(You know when you're having one of those parenting moments when there are 4000 things on a list in the back of your head, but you commit to time with your children.  A bit impatiently.)

But then, look.  What a show.  (So glad I said yes.)