My little guy...my son...is a constant source of entertainment. Even when he's not doing anything in particular, he's funny and cool as he navigates the boundaries of a world that was a complete mystery less than a year-and-a-half ago. I admire his fearlessness.
In his blue dino jammers, he grabs a book I've been reading to him and tries to climb up on the bed that's too high for him to reach. He can't make it, but that doesn't mean he won't try. I grab him and pull him up. Together, we pile together and he tries to read to me.
He's almost a Teletubbie - footie-pajamas make you look more roly-poly, somehow. He lies back, holds the book up and 'reads'. Baby Latin comes out. He's so proud - doing what Dad does. Simple pleasures, like getting a bite of chocolate brownie. Being so purely happy...I'm glad that someone is.
Rain Cuisine
17 years ago
2 comments:
When you don't have so much (or have too much? meaning you must tune out and focus on one thing?) crowding your mind, you can find the small and simple pleasures.
Kids are something else (and how I mean that depends on the moment, LOL).
Don't you think many of us spend the rest of our lives trying to reclaim that childish pleasure?
Julie
Using My Words
No argument...
I drew from my experiences with his nocturnal 'disco dancing' in "Starting Over".
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