Sunday, June 7, 2009
"Mommy!" he screamed from the backseat. It was the kind of voice that I've heard before, signaling a forgotten toy or a sibling dispute. But he continued.
"There is black hair! on! my! legs!" he exclaimed in something that was half excitement and half fear.
Calmly -- and choking back a laugh -- I asked, "What does that mean?"
"It means I have to move out, soon! I'm going to be a big boy and you're going to make me move away!"
Oh little man. Not yet. You can stay, for as long as you need me. Just remember that someday I'm going to kick you out and even though it doesn't feel like it, it's because you don't need me anymore.