Nora is still running but the finish line is in sight. The boys have not yet noticed they’ve been outplayed, but they’re about to witness the kind of soaring moral fable that any parent dreams of.
We’re minding my niblings, Ardal and Nora, while my sister Maeve and her husband Jimmy are enjoying a boujie weekend in Margate. Since we moved close to them last year, our son has become enraptured with his cousins, who are only slightly older than him. Owing partly to their proximity in age, and partly to Maeve and Jimmy’s foolhardy habit of inviting us over for dinner most Sundays, he’s come to think of them as cousin-siblings, and their friendship has been a delight.
