Took the J-man to the movie and was glad to be away from the family issues, away from the demands of work, away from having to smile and chat with everyone and anyone, and so I sat laughing at the penguins and the Hang 6, and the cool music. I think I enjoyed the movie more than Jake. Then we came out and a monsoon was sweeping across the planet outside, blowing the palm trees sideways, and it was scary looking, almost like we were watching another movie – some drama by mother nature – so we bought a ball and played in the lobby till we could make a run for the car – I discussed the plan with him, “We’ll get wet – I’ll carry you – when we get to the car I’ll put you in – then I’ll go around and get in – then I’ll buckle your car seat.”
Drenched, inside the car, I turned to buckle him, both of us still breathing hard from running through the driving rain, he asked in that sweet 3.5 year old voice of his: “Ocho?”
“What honey?”
“We made it, huh?”
Yes, we did. Oh thank heaven for little boys.