Momma's Boy
Then came Luke and he was wonderful. He was loving to both of us - he'd actually sit on my lap for longer than 2.6 seconds. Luke's nobody's pet, though, and he doesn't have them either. He just is. He loves in his own way, people love him, it's simple and uncomplicated and lovely.
Then came Sean and just when I'd forgotten all about having a "Mommy's boy" of my own he moved in and stole the show. I didn't even know I wanted a "Mommy's boy" but he said, "YES YOU DO!" This boy has kissed my cheeks so many times. He chooses me to tuck him in or read a book to his class at school or sit next to at dinner. If you've ever been at the top of someone's list, you know it's awfully fun. It surprises me and makes me smile.
Yesterday I went on a field trip to a farm with Sean's first grade class. At lunch Sean and I sat with Bryce at a table and at one point, probably when I was stealing bites from his tuna sandwich, Sean asked Bryce, "Do you ever kiss your mom?" Bryce, surprised by such a question, tried to be polite, "Not too much." Sean said, "I do," and he leaned back toward me. Evidently Bryce thought he was going to kiss me and he pleaded, "Not in front of me!"
Gosh, I wish I had that on video.
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