I hug him tight. He kisses me on the side of my nose.
“Thanks, mom,” he says, rolling over and heaving a sigh. “Good night.”
This is how he falls asleep lately. I’m not sure why I’m getting thanked, but I’m not complaining.
Tonight he paused a beat. Then took a breath.
“Sidewalks can just take you everywhere… right mom?”
2 thoughts on “Urban explorer”
Is he reading Shel Silverstein now? That’s a pretty cool mantra.
Love this. What a wonderful mind he has.