And no, not the fun kind. I'm a little blue--T started his commute back to school again today. I didn't realize how much I enjoyed having him around this summer until right now.
But... this is not the place for melancholy. Instead, two fleeting moments that told me that A really does pay attention to what I say. One was in the car today on the way to Target (or "the dress house" as she calls it), when some elderly person pulled out in front of us. Keep in mind that I've tried to get better with my automatic impulse, which is to yell, "Thanks, asshole!" and instead say something slightly more innocuous. This time, however, before I could say anything, A said, "Get out of our way, dude!"
The other was tonight in the tub. She had two warring pirate ships and one rammed the other, causing its sail to fall off. She said, "Oh, sorry, my bad."
How can that not make you smile?
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That's too funny. At least she didn't say asshole.
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