August 20, 2012:

The Climber. Momentarily free of broken bones, he's up and down poles and trees and swing sets, several newly fractured limbs still in his future.

The Musician. Fingers an A minor, smiles dutifully, inwardly seething, or crying, that his hopes have been subverted by an incompetent parent and an uncaring tutor.

The Head. He looks like an intellectual with his wireframes and his intent concentration. Actually he's tripping balls, while calculating how best to damage the equipment. They've forced him into this: he'll make them regret it.