One of the reasons I love my son

While walking our very unsatisfied dog around my sister's neighborhood, Finwe saw a neighbor on his front porch.

"Mommy," he asked, "can I go talk to that man there?" I said yes, because I had said hello to the octogenarian a few days prior. He seemed like a nice man. Finwe is feeling the effects of being a place where people don't walk places and talk to each other. He really wanted to talk to someone. He'd pestered the man doing some work in my sister's house for a few days. It was time for someone new.

Such a simple action, making small talk with an older man living alone. That 20 minutes brought many smiles to his face. We talked about storms, cities, the 2nd world war, and children. Finwe showed him White Dragon, told the man about his temporary tatoos, and about riding in his aunt's convertible.

Finwe's friendliness is one of the reasons that I love him. It reminds me of my father.