I treasure my useful reporter's hat for another reason too, as it was a gift from my men next door: Asher and Aydin, who are six and five respectively. They had been to a theme park and I guess that "hats all around" was the theme. They often come by, herded by their lovely aunt, Aysha, who is a sensitive and motherly ten. Sometimes we just sit in the driveway and examine the pea gravel. Or go for walks in the ravine or by the river. Or draw. Or cut pumpkins into faces. We quite like one another's company.
None of this was any help when I tried, in secret, to photograph the two of them together in order to paint a surprise birthday gift for their grandmother, my dear friend. Boys that age have the attention span of a gnat. I finally gave up trying to get them to work in synch and simply painted them separately on the same canvas. The giveaway is the fact that their shoulders meld. Shhhh.