My Deep Thinker

Last mental snapshot of my trip:

My younger son, sitting for the better part of an hour, looking out into the water. The rest of the kids were in the cottage watching a video. G wandered to the end of the pier, curled up in one of the adirondack chairs there, and stared out into the water.

I've never seen a child do that, although I've done it myself. I was also *much* older.

G is my little old soul.