These kids….I see them twice a year and it seems like they grow a foot every single time. There are always more teeth missing, or longer hair. And there is always conversation.
When he was tiny, he would hardly let me near him. And he’d hide and shy away from me.
Now he holds my hand and tells me stories. And then when he’s done, he’ll tell me so. And then we’ll be done.
So this time, now that he’s getting older, I asked him if had a girlfriend.
“Well, yeah, I kinda do.” he said in his very grown up voice.
I asked him what color her hair was.
“It’s golden. Very golden. Just like mine.”
She must be a very lucky girl.
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“Are you done taking pictures?” I asked as he just sat on the log he found. “Yes, and now all I want is a giant chocolate bunny.”
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