Uncle Tim

Logan sat admiring Uncle Tim's beaded birthday necklace that was made by his daughters.

"T-I-M spells..."

He paused to consider all of the possibilities.  The silence was broken only by the sound of the gears grinding in his head.

"Tim - it spells Tim," Ashley said, the slightest hint of exasperation coating the words.

Logan shook his head.

"I don't think so mama," he replied, with a note of condescension.

The gears are still grinding.

- 9 August 2012