Monday, February 25, 2008
Growing up
This evening, A and I stopped at the grocery store to pick up a piece of poster board for a school project. On the way in, I grabbed a case of Diet Pepsi. A picked out a 12-pack of root beer. As I started walking toward the office section, A stopped me.
"Let me carry that, Mom."
I looked at him, mildly perplexed. "It's kind of heavy," I said.
"That's okay. You carry the poster board. You shouldn't have to carry that."
I handed him the pop, and commented mildly, "Well, I guess that is what men do. They carry things."
"Yep," he said. "That and buy flowers."
I laughed.
"I like being a man."
"Yeah, I like you being a man, too, sweetheart."
He smiled.
So did I.
He'll be a good man.
"Let me carry that, Mom."
I looked at him, mildly perplexed. "It's kind of heavy," I said.
"That's okay. You carry the poster board. You shouldn't have to carry that."
I handed him the pop, and commented mildly, "Well, I guess that is what men do. They carry things."
"Yep," he said. "That and buy flowers."
I laughed.
"I like being a man."
"Yeah, I like you being a man, too, sweetheart."
He smiled.
So did I.
He'll be a good man.
1 comments:
This brings a tear to my eye...no really...I dinna poke myself with sharp things
A is a great kid...and he will be a great man.
You're a great mom!
*mwah*