He sat on the bench situated under our bedroom window, a foot away from my bed. He declared he would sleep there all comfy and warm with pillows just so and blankets arranged as he likes, a bowl of popcorn in his lap.
The look of sweet innocence and contentment on his perfect little face tipped up a tiny bit to the movie that was playing on the television of our bedroom wall.
I watched him as he watched Pinnochio and Gepetto dance around, carefully placing one popcorn piece in his mouth after another.
I turn to watch the movie along with him, warm contentment filling my soul on this cold November night.
As I turned to watch the movie, he turned to look at me.
"Mumma, you wanna see my big toe?"
For reasons that only a Mother can understand or the simple fact that this is just characteristic of my son, I wasn't taken aback by this odd and randomly placed question.
He stuck his foot out from under all the blankets and points it toward me.
I could hear my husband voice say, "He's got your feet. Look at those Flinstone toes."
"Ooooh. I loooove your big toe. It looks delicious! Can I eat it? Like a piece of popcorn?"
I pretend to nom, nom, nom on his toe from the bed.
"Let's see what happens when I wiggle it!" Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle. "Sugar comes out of it!"
And back to the movie he turns. Continuing to munch away on his delicious popcorn.