David is loading the dishwasher.
The sink has been full since yesterday, and he finally gave up on me.
In my defense though, I did go to a two-hour meeting at the hospital today, and that's usually his job.
Tonight we sat in the dark of the gorgeous Ikeda theatre and watched our son play the Wabash Cannonball with the city youth orchestra. I leaned over to David and said, "Look at our boy." He smiled indulgently back at me. Because he forgets that it was just yesterday that I was feeding Caleb his first bowl of rice cereal, admiring and flattering him for his ability to swallow. It's harder than it looks.
Olivia spent the concert trying to think up string-instrument jokes and then leaning over to try them out on me. I didn't try to quiet her. She has her sixth (!) and final day of standardized testing tomorrow. Good heavens. She can do the testing instructions by heart by now, complete with exaggerated eye rolling and a demonstration of the proper way to sharpen a number 2 pencil. She's had just about enough. And after all that, even orchestra concerts are hilarious.
On the way home, Ethan used the word "thrice" in a sentence. David asked him if he knew what that meant. He slowly and carefully explained the definition to David, to make sure he understood. David said, "I don't think I've ever used the word 'thrice'."
I smiled to myself. And then Olivia did her material one more time.
It was a good night.