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London's friend was over at the house the other day and, like every other time Calvin's visited, he feels the need to build things. "Come on, Londy," he'll say in a pretend adult's voice, stretching the bass tones of his unbroken vocal cords. Then he'll throw a paw in the air the way workers do in beer commercials in some universal sign of bonding through manly thirst. London is more interested in building friendship than building towers, but he goes along with Calvin anyway.
"I said this wasn't safe." Calvin corrects him. "We'd most probably die in a fire."The boys take turns carrying in large red blocks made from cardboard but, after a while, London gets distracted and lies on the floor as if he's waiting for me to feed him bonbons out of a silver tin. "I need to take some air," he says, delivering a line from some lost Tennessee Williams play date. Calvin is now doing most of the heavy lifting, huffing and puffing in mock exhaustion, wiping the faux sweat from his eyes with a long white glove. I worry that the pearl button might catch his eye, and I'll be forced to pay him campy worker's comp until he starts kindergarten.See the full content of this document
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Daddy Needs a Drink; Buddy Builders
London's friend was over at the house the other day and, like every other time Calvin's visited, he feels the need to build things. "Come on, Londy," he'll say in a pretend adult's voice, stret...
See the full content of this document
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