by ray
Reed asks me to snuggle with him tonight at bedtime and I relent. Bekah’s been a bit high maintenance this evening and Reed hasn’t gotten much in the way of quality time. He’s telling me about his day at school, how he got into a tiff with one of his little girl friends because he wanted her to sit next to him at the end of the day and she didn’t want to. I told him sometimes, the more we want a girl to do something, the less likely it is that she’ll do it; the more we chase, the faster they run. Next time, just ask her if she’d like to sit next to you. If she does, great. If not, tell her that’s okay, too.
“…and it’s like that with Cassidy, too.”
“Yeah?”
“She’s a girl, too.”
“Oh. I see. And what do you think about girls?”
Slight pause.
“They’re pretty cool.”
Then, from under the covers: pweeeet!
“Do you know what that sound was?” he asks with a giggle.
“Yes. That was you, passing gas.”
“Yep!”
That’s my boy.
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ray :: mar 31 2008 :: 9:30 pm