We were lying on my bed, my little guy and I. His hair was still damp from his bath and smelling like kids' shampoo. Strawberry scent is unisex when you're five. I am tired. I've had a long day. Getting up to work at 6am on a Saturday for a shift that lasts twelve hours or more is no fun. He and Evie had been playing restaurant a little earlier. He'd wanted chocolate but she'd "elimimated" his order for one reason or another which caused him to run into my room to be cuddled and comforted.
I asked him while he was still teary eyed if he would like a chocolate ice cream.
"Uh huh," he whispers, nodding sadly.
I traced the shape of a cone and ice cream in the air and plucked it down for him. "Here you go, it looks yummy."
He glanced at my face for a moment and then said, "Mmmm!" After a few playful licks I mushed the imaginary cone into his nose.
"Oh no! Mommy got it all over you!" I teased and he laughed his infectious laugh; the one that deepens his dimples and shapes his eyes like mini rainbows.
"My turn," he giggled and poked the air to trace me my own ice cream cone which he proceeded to smash all over my face and cleaned up with his little kisses. He then drew lollipops in different flavors. His was chocolate and mine was cherry. For dessert, we imagined broccoli with tops as fluffy as cotton candy and suddenly we really were hungry.
A few more cuddles and kisses and he went to play dress up with Evie using their old Korean clothes while I cooked some real seafood udon for dinner. It was quite tasty but not nearly as magical as the lollipops and ice cream. I'll have to make a date with him at Evie's restaurant so that we can have that meal again.
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He really is a sweet pea, that one. You, too.
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