I really think so.
Nat, I mean. She just came in to me with this toy, decorative violin, and used a Tinkertoy stick as a bow, and pretended to play me a song, which she hummed. And she sounded so Japanese, I expected to hear strings getting plucked, and flutes being blown atonally.
The wife is out getting water, Johnny just got out of his shower, preparatory for his doctors appointment, and the idiot box puts out a muted cacophony of nonsense that the kids barely pay attention to as they play.
Nat has done her reading for the day under the wife's tutelage. I am teaching and encouraging her to read the print on television ads. It all goes by so quickly, that it is terrific reading practice.
As sand through the hourglass, these are the days of my life. No do-overs. Each grain that drops is eternally lost, so make the best of it. Love someone. Piss someone off who needs pissing off. Make somebody laugh. Sleep like a baby, untroubled. If you can't, leave that job, or that man or woman, and go enjoy the rest of your days. Because that is all you truly own, and nobody can take them away from you, unless they kill you.