Page 4 of Three Not-So-Little Words
“You know our mother. She could lead an entire army into battle without breaking a sweat.”
That’s beyond true.
At this moment, the male security guy I dealt with goes walking by. He stares at me the entire time.
“Great,” I sigh under my breath.
“What’s wrong?” Dylan asks.
“Oh, this airport security guy made a spectacle out of my vibrator in my carry-on. Now, he’s staring at me.”
“I never know what is going to come out of your mouth.”
“You know I have no filter.”
“Still, I would have thought it was a safe bet that when talking about airport security, vibrators wouldn’t have come up.”
I smile. “Dylan, you should know by now that when it comes to me, there are no safe bets.”
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Batman vs. Superman
Drew
“Hey, buddy. What do you think of your new room?” I ask my six-year-old as I stand in his doorway. When he doesn’t say anything, I try to get his attention.
“Colton?”
That gets him to turn around. “Yeah, Dad?”
I walk toward him, knowing I need to make sure he’s okay.
Kneeling next to him, I ask, “Do you like your new room?”
He looks around at all of his stuff that’s still in boxes. I know he’s doing his best to stay positive. God love him.
My plan was to have his room unpacked and all set up before he saw it, but the universe shit all over that plan. While Colton was staying the weekend with a friend, I flew up here to get the house looking good. The trouble was that the moving trucks were delayed, so I did nothing but sit in an empty house for two days.
Under normal circumstances, this wouldn’t be a big deal. But I’ve already changed so much in Colton’s world recently that I was hoping to give him a little bit of normalcy.
So much for that.
I look down at him, and he gives me the best smile that he can muster. It amazes me that this kid has been through more than any child should ever have to, but he still tries to stay positive.
I know I need to try to cheer him up, but I decide to get him out of this room to do it.
“How about I fix us some ice cream?” I ask.
That gets a much bigger smile out of him accompanied by an excited nod.
Standing, I scoop him into my arms and walk to the kitchen. I set him on the counter so that I can get out everything we are going to need.
“Cone or bowl?” I ask.
“Cone!”
“I should’ve known,” I say.
