Do you know how the chunks of strawberry and ice can sometimes clog the straw of your margarita? Those same chunks transported me back to a night out with Tom and kids…
We were eating Mexican (my favorite): chips & salsa, and margaritas. I began giggling as I fought for the last sips of this delicious drink. Tom chuckled as BoBo became suspicious.
“What’s so funny?” he asked.
“It’s nothing,” I insisted — then giggled as I resumed my task.
“Daaad, Tell me why she is laughing!”
“She just enjoying her drink.” he said.
A little annoyed at the possibility that his straight-laced mom was having alcohol, BoBo then asked, “Is Mom drunk?”
“No. She’s just acting like you act when your strawberry gets stuck in your smoothie straw.”
Sighing with relief. “Oh”
My boy is growing up — too fast if you ask me. Recently, I’ve noticed him eyeing the young ladies.
Tonight in fact, smiling widely, he commented on how pretty the hostess who seated us was then, minutes later, ordered off the kiddie menu.
Yet put this boy-becoming-man in a candy store and the little boy comes right back. As a matter of fact, put me in a candy store and the kid in me comes out too.
I remember how Tom used to respond when he saw BoBo beginning to notice the girls. Sometimes, a little wave of jealousy would hit me when he would join the commentary on the pretty gals. Funny but my view has changed. It has nothing to do with how pretty the gal is and everything to do with a boy growing up. And as much as I’d like to keep my baby little, watching him mature is pretty cool too.
Today’s daily photo was taken by YaYa.