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Arriving home again after a lap around the block, the oppressive heat having drawn my
son into a gratified stupor, I thought about whether he, in his grown-up years, would take the
measureofhisfatherbasedonthethingsthatIhaddoneorthethingsthatIhadn't,andwhich
was better, or worse. I scooped him up from the stroller, carried him over my shoulder up the
front stairs, and crossed the creaky floorboards of the living room and the hallway until I ar-
rived at the nursery, freshly painted treehouse green. Having reached no certain conclusions,
I lifted him over the lip of the crib and laid him down, as gently and carefully as I knew how.
