Great Expectations: Kids, Work, Life

Sunday, 7:21am

L crawls into bed with me.

"Is it breakfast time yet?" he asks in a loud whisper.

I squint nearsightedly at the clock.

"No, not yet," I answer, closing my eyes and drawing him close.

Silence ... then:

"Mom, how do you draw a triangle?" The wheels of his brain are spinning so loud I can hear them.

In the air above us I draw him one. He tries one in his airspace, but stumbles on the first effort. A few more attempts and he's got it.

We settle down (or at least I do) again to rest. He just can't do it.

"I know how to spell Mom--M-O-M ...

Mama? ... Is it breakfast time yet?"

Apparently, it is. I love my little Kindergartener.

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