
November 18, 2002 - Monday
    Yesterday when we went to our local warehouse club store we quite pleasantly 
    found that the store had recently added a new fleet of extra wide shopping 
    carriages with two child seats instead of the usual one. Harry and Jeremy 
    got to sit side by side and seemed to get quite a kick out of it for the entire 
    time. 
    
    (That, in and of itself, is probably worth its own paragraph. The idea that 
    our two boys really seem to like each other, at least for now, is really quite 
    heartening to see in any of its incarnations, be it playing 
    together in Harry's room, playing in our closet pulling pants off the 
    hangers, sitting on the new chair, or 
    sharing snacks in the back seat of the car. One of the grocery stores their 
    mother takes the boys to has a few very special carts with big plastic cars 
    off the front that the boys can sit in together and, with two fake steering 
    wheels, can pretend to drive around the store. Those are always a big hit, 
    as well, especially with Jeremy.)
    
    Today, however, the boys and I made a brief visit to an office superstore 
    to pick up chalk and erasers for the big chalkboard in our basement and that 
    store does not have any fancy carts. Until yesterday, Harry would have gotten 
    in the main part of the cart, while Jeremy would sit in the child's seat. 
    I don't think Harry's ever truly liked that arrangement, but rather he always 
    seemed to understand it as the way things have to work out and did it without 
    objection. And, while Harry immediately said he wanted to sit together in 
    the front with Jeremy today, I think he would have graciously accepted the 
    old fate if it had come to that. But, this store has wide aisles and late 
    afternoon on Monday hardly seemed like a busy time, so I just got two carts 
    and pushed and pulled both boys at once. Harry seemed to think that was just 
    as fun. Although, I have to say that the must poignant moment of the outing 
    to me came in the form of a simple, yet knowing smile from another man who 
    I must assume was another father. "Yep, you just do what it takes," 
    he seemed to imply in that passing glance.
    
    
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