My young nephew confounds me, because at times he will exhibit such a bold and brash lack of fear that I worry for his personal safety. There is no body of water he doesn’t want to jump in, weather be damned, and no structure he won’t climb and leap off of; the best place to get anywhere is running at breakneck speed, with no heed for one’s minders or any obstacles that may pop up in his path. Other times, though, he is cautious to the point of frustration. He dislikes activities I see as non-threatening or typical childhood entertainment, like swings, merry-go-rounds, and trying any and all foods that don’t come in dinosaur-shaped form.
Mariners remain afraid of big inning, lose 6-2 to Blue Jays
