The Golden Child
We were having lunch at BJ’s and Azul being the seasoned restaurant patron, while ordering his drink, asked if their root beer was handmade. It was not, so he opted for his second choice, which was a Shirley Temple. When it arrived, he immediately went at it like it was a present on Christmas morning. He opened the lid, stopped, looked up and said, “No cherries, man, I totally got gypped. They do not treat you like gold here.” It might be awhile before we go back.
Cheers!
Bushwacked
Many early evenings, when dinner is in the oven, I have a moment to slow down. This was one of those evenings. So, I was sitting on the couch relaxing, when all of a sudden I was ambushed and a five-year-old knee went right into my crotch! Now, I know I don’t have a scrotum, but it still hurt. After I yelled, “Ouch!” And instinctively grabbed myself. Azul expressed his concern and said, “I’m sorry I kicked you in your business. I’ll rub it for you.” I jumped off the couch, ” No, that’s okay!” Then I slowed down and continued, “But, thank you, my love.” Amazing how quickly I recovered.
Birthday Best
At the end of the evening, walking hand in hand to get Azul’s pajamas on, he turned to me and said, “I had a good birthday. You’re the best Mommy I ever had!” I hugged him and said, “You’re the best Azul I ever had.” That was the best present I could have received, other than the one five years ago.
Carmelina Hart 