Rowan turned five. I have no memories I can consciously recall before that age and so the first four years have always felt special to me in a way that the rest of childhood won’t because of the (quite probably wrong) sense that I am the exclusive keeper of these memories. That also makes me sad because I am so terrible at that job. I went back and looked at the weeknote when John turned five and I cannot remember John ever asking for Edward and Henry. I guess it’s a good thing I started writing these weeknotes. The birthday day itself went well. I finally cracked and after constant pleading bought my first Pura-Rail trains. I held out on buying any track but I have put batteries in them and they’ve been zooming across the floors since he opened them. Pura-Rail trains fit on Brio tracks but don’t grip the wood as well as I think they grip the official—and truly, truly ugly—blue plastic ones. For future reference (since there’s an extremely good chance I’ll forget this), it was an…
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