This afternoon Bronson is grudgingly riding his bike around the neighborhood at Purcell's insistence, to ward off any possibility of contracting Nature Deficit Disorder I regret to say that while Purcell was in Canada, Bronson developed a deep devotion to wii tennis. He loved to play it after we came home from serving food from the chuck wagon, and I have to admit I was too tired to provide a more enriching alternative.
Now, the game is still here, but Purcell--clever and resourceful as always--has somehow slowed down the game so that now when Bronson plays he looks like he's practicing Tai Chi.
