I am seduced by a late-flowering sprig of cherry blossom in the morning. Number Two Son -- all of 6 years old -- thoughtfully snags my nose with it as he lays it on my pillow. Feelings of undying gratitude are quickly spiked by concern about provenance. Not our garden, not the neighbors', not the nearby park -- is it plucked from some poor innocent's terrace on the way to the convenience store?
"Shush, it's a secret," Number Two mouths, dripping cornflake crumbs. Oh well, ignorance and bliss twinned as usual.
Six o'clock. There is only one reason Numbers One and Two Sons are up at this hour on a Sunday morning. The cause is not Number One Daughter, 1 year old and rejoicing in the moniker "La Diva" for her ability to indicate commands with the token lifting of an eyebrow. No, it can only be the craze currently sweeping the country: Yugioh cards.