How Natural Are We?
Then, one evening after dinner, my six-year-old son and I biked to the marina to use his remote-control boat—a green plastic vessel about a foot long, with a tiny black propeller, which he’d got for his birthday.
Then, one evening after dinner, my six-year-old son and I biked to the marina to use his remote-control boat—a green plastic vessel about a foot long, with a tiny black propeller, which he’d got for his birthday.