Watching his older sons playing in the tree, Diego expected them to fall at any moment.
"Diego, how many times did you swing like a monkey from the branches of that tree?" Victoria said softly. She cradled Jaime as the girls chased butterflies with their nets.
"They're too young for that," Diego whispered.
"You tell them that, then. Tomas is five, and Enrique is three, and I did have my doubts at first. They won't learn if they aren't allowed to see what happens when they try things."
"Is it too cold for Jaime?" Diego gazed at his sleeping son.