The Knee Game
When I was a very young child, my Dad had a little game he loved to play with me. I now call it "The Knee Game." My Dad was a newshound and read newspapers faithfully. We had a tan chair he sat in to read his papers, and I often played in the middle of the room in front of him, usually ignoring Pop's paper reading. Sometimes, though, while I was playing, minding my own business, I looked over at Dad, and for some reason my child mind couldn't understand, he had one leg lifted in mid-air, foot... Sign in to see full entry.