The boys had broken me.
I was so over parenting at that very moment.
And though days sometimes turn sour there always seems to be one moment that is oh so sweet.
Like a small diamond of loveliness peeking through the rough.
As we sat on the front steps I began to teach Adrian how to print his name in sidewalk chalk.
Finley was doodling beside us quietly.
After the letter D Adrian became restless.
He looked at Finley's drawing and asked him in his high pitched sweet voice that I imagine is what he thinks I sound like when I talk to Fin, "What are you drawing Finley?"
Finley's response sounded a lot like this, "Abibablubababeegabee."
Adrian (in the same high pitched 'motherly' tone), "Oh really? A dinosaur? Good job buddy!"
|What do you think? Not bad for a pterodactyl!|