(Greystone porch, Logan Square, around 6 p.m. R is sitting on the right-hand ledge of the front porch, and Pedro is fooling around on the other ledge. He’s wearing plaid pajama pants and canvas slip-ons.)
P: I can climb all the way up to the porch from down here. (Climbing iron fence)
R: Be careful!
P: Why do you keep saying that?
R: Because, UHHH, the fence has big spikes on it, and it’s a long fall, and if you made a mistake and fell you would get hurt and I would get upset…and your mom, and your dad would be upset, and your sister, and Frankie…
P: (Hauling himself over the side of the porch) Frankie would!
R: Yeah, of course he would! Wouldn’t you be upset if Frankie got hurt?
P: (Scooting down ledge, swinging his legs over) I’d be upset with whoever pushed him!
