Earlier this afternoon, I was standing at the kitchen sink, arms emersed up to the elbows in soapy water as I scrubbed four-day old food off of various plates and silverware.
Skipping along and obvioulsy wanting something, Hank snuck up beside me.
“Hey Mom, whatcha doin’?” he says, casually.
I look him over for a minute, then look back at my sleeves, which have slid down my forearms and have become soaked in the dish water.
“Oh, I’m just dancing,” I reply.
“Oh… I, um. Well…..” he mutters. He then lets out a short sigh, turns slowly and walks away.
Parenting is fun.