"Sure," I said. That sounded more fun than doing dishes. "What are we going to play?"
"Restaurant," he said, and continued, "I'm the Ice Cream Man and you sit here and then I'll give you ice cream and a toy."
I sat licking my fake ice cream--which happened to be a stack of rubber tires on a stick--and asked him if he wanted any food.
"No," he said knowingly, "Ice Cream Men don't eat." I nodded, agreeing with him. Soon Holland wandered over. I told her to sit down, too. Greggory, the Ice Cream Man, handed her a plate with a plastic turkey on it. She watched how I nibbled on my ice cream and then pretended to nibble on her food, too. Except her food got a lot wetter than mine.
We sat for a few minutes in the hall. I was thinking, this is so fun. And Greggory and Holland and the kids get to do this every day. What have I been doing all these years?
"Mom?" Greggory asked.
"Yes?"
"Guess what. I love you." He stated it matter-of-factly.
"Guess what, Greggory?" I asked him.
"Ladybugs don't bite?" He answered.
"Yes. And I love you, too."
"Yep."
4 comments:
So sweet! I love those moments, however rare, when the world just holds still and you can savor motherhood for the true joy it is. Life always comes back and gets in the way, but I love those little times.
I love that!
So glad he understands that ladybugs do not, in fact, bite. And really, what a sweet story. And double really, what a sweet little boy.
Oh, how cute. The little sweet and sour patch kid strikes again.
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