Thursday afternoon postscript

I completely forgot -- Cheryl was playing the tape of Aunt Kathy reading stories and singing campsongs for Griffith this morning. He (and Cheryl) really enjoyed it. He was apparently wide-eyed and looking around while it was playing. I keep forgetting to leave Allan's though. (Already favoring one over the other. How awful!) Griffith will be so far ahead of him academically that Allan will never catch up.