I came home from grocery shopping last night and Tom was unusually quick to run out and help me carry the groceries in. He delivered his last load and then waited for the right opportunity to bring it up.
“You’re going to be mad at me.”, he said.
“Oh no. What did you do?”
“Bradley wanted to draw on his door and I let him.”
“Oh.” I replied, as I questioned in my mind why this was a big deal.
“With a Sharpie.”, he added.
“A SHARPIE!?? Why would you let him do that?!!”
“Because he wanted to…really bad”.
“I don’t get it. I just don’t get it.”
And that was that.
As I put the groceries away, I recalled when Karah was 2 years old and Tom let her draw all over my office walls. Years later he was so sad when I painted that room.
Somehow…in some strange way…I find this man extremely endearing.
We recently had Meg's girls overnight. Before we'd set it up, I'd made a massage appointment for Saturday morning. No big deal...Jimmie had things under control while I was gone for 90 minutes.
ReplyDeleteMy phone was ringing as I got in the car to drive home. They asked when I'd be home and I asked what they were up to. Jimmie said, "We're in the kitchen coloring with Sharpies....because we couldn't find crayons." Was he supervising carefully? Yes. Was I still freaking out about my walls, furniture and carpets all the way home? Yes.
Wow! That's all I have to say.
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