Page 96 of Three Not-So-Little Words
“Not much,” I reply. “Ronnie and I hung out a little.”
He asks, “Did you eat pizza?”
“No pizza, but we did have some Chinese food.”
He smiles. “With fortune cookies?”
“Of course! Do you know what mine said?”
“What?”
“It said I have the best kid in the whole wide world.”
He grins. “Nuh-uh.”
Deciding to see how he’s feeling about my new relationship, I ask, “So, how would you feel if Ronnie came over for dinner sometime this week?”
“Would she bring pizza?”
I guess pizza is all a six-year-old cares about.
“I don’t know that we could always eat pizza, bud,” I tell him. “But maybe I could cook something—one of your favorites.”
He shrugs his shoulders. “Okay.”
Was it really that easy?
Since I’m on a roll, I figure I’ll try to get him to sleep in his own bed tonight.
I doubt that will go as well, but it’s worth a try.
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I’m a Walking Contradiction
Ronnie
“Hey, Mom. What’s up?” I say, opening the door and seeing her standing on my porch.
“I thought we could chat for a minute.”
I step out of the way so that she can come inside. “Okay, but we have to make it quick. I’m supposed to be at Drew’s for dinner.”
“How’s that going?” She asks.
“Alright, I guess. Taking it slow.”
She watches as I walk around and try to finish getting ready. “That’s actually what I came here to talk to you about.”
I sigh. “What is there to say?”
“You’re dating a guy with a kid. I think there’s a lot to say.”
“Mom,” I begin, but she doesn’t let me get far.
“How about you give me five minutes, and then, I’ll get out and let you get on with your night?”
I sit down across from her. “Okay. Five minutes.”
