The other day was my son’s birthday. I took all the kids to a local park and we had a birthday picnic under our favorite tree.
As I spread out the huge quilt and unpacked the goodies, my son touched me gently and said, completely out of the clear blue sky, “Mommy, you know what? Not being able to see [The Belgian] is like having a really bad foot cramp that just won’t go away.”
I know, Baby.
I told him I’d see what we could do about that.