Don't Blink

This is our last weekend of summer vacation. School starts Monday and another year begins. For the past six years, my new year starts not in January but when the school doors open at summer's end. Where did the summer go? And how is it that my boys are another year older when surely a year couldn't've passed since I sent them off to start their last school year? I must have blinked. It all passed as I looked at the back of my eyelids for a nanosecond. Some great sleight of hand master swished it all away under a red silk cape and older boys appeared where my littler ones had stood just a moment before. How'd he do it? He won't tell. And no matter how much we ask, he won't reverse the trick.