Some people have asked what goes on at the infant co-op. Most of the babies sit near their parents and listen as they sing bellicose ("The Grand Old Duke of York") or nihilistic ("Row, Row, Row Your Boat") songs. Horace and Henry go off on their own.
Horace and Olive interfered with an older boy's use of a train set.
Now for a slice of Seattle life: everyone at Stumptown on their laptops, Hugh watching for a parking cop and, though unseen, the sweetest, tattoo-eist baristas in America.
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