Waiting for a light to change at the crosswalk, I look at my handsome son. 'Tis the season to be Mommy ...
Me: Hmm, you forgot to wash your face again this morning huh? You have bits of sleep in your eye, and milk on your chin.
Him in humble voice, avoiding eye contact: Yeah.
Me in a matter of fact voice .. very dry indeed: Well, that's okay you're too young for girlfriends anyways.
Me:... And your friends already know what a dork you are.
Him: You know, I don't think I get all my dork from Dad.
Me: Yeah, I know.
|French Onion Soup at Chez Maman on Hayes St.|