Ocho Rules
The other day I took Jake for a bike ride and to get snowballs on Plum Street. He got Rainbow (a mix of flavors) but quickly usurped my sugar free Spearmint. But we hung out on the bench and I marvelled at how unselfconscious he is and how he will speak to just about anybody and everybody! So while I was cleaning up the mess, he started talking to this woman with short blonde hair. He said, “I know you.” And she said, how do you know me? And he couldn’t figure it out and then it came to him and he blurted out,”YOU PULL TREASURES OUT OF NOSES!” Turns out she is the nurse at his school and unlodged a plastic bead he put up there. There it is. Ever wonder how a three and a half year old spends his day at school.
This evening, we went to the Magic Box to find a present for Rylee, my great niece, who has a birthday on Saturday – where we are all gathering for my nephew, Michael’s, wedding in Atlanta. He told me to get her something with ballerina because girls like that. Then we went to get him a hot chocolate and fix my phone.
He calls me Ocho – and touches my legs and holds my hand – what can I say? – sweet little boys – I’m a push over.