It has developed into a bit of a pattern that after nap and snack, we head out to the front porch to watch the doings on the street in the afternoon. Today was no different. I bundle them out, and do my head count. I'm one short!! Pop my head back inside, where Darcy sits at one end of a loveseat, a library book from this morning's outing on his lap. "Darcy, we're all outside. Do you want to come watch the machines?" He looks up momentarily. "Oh, no thanks," he says, perfect little man that he is. "I just gonna read for now."