Tall Son comes in from a Trek outside. He is clad in denim and a cozy, roomy, grey hoodie. He stalks in mysteriously with the hoodie half hiding his face and covering his mouth. His eye peeks out solemnly.

“What are you doing?” I ask. He grins and pulls back the hood. He says, “I was pretending I was Mr. Underhill.” (Frodo from The Lord of the Rings which we are reading together right now.)

Mr. Underhill.

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