The numbers game...

          The other night, my husband and my two-year-old grandson Eamon were sharing the couch. There was a big towel there that Duane sits on to protect the upholstery when he comes in from outside and Eamon was tossing it over his grandfather’s head, giggling gleefully.          “How many times are you going to throw that over me?” Duane said, making a pathetic face that didn’t fool Eamon for a second.         ...