Bouncing Baby Boy
I’m fixing dinner for myself and cleaning the kitchen. The lad bounds up the stairs in pajamas and his robe and rushes right into the kitchen.
“Okay Dad, I’m ready!”
“Um, for what?”
There’s a brief pause.
“Nothing!”
“What?”
A great big grin slides across is face and he hops away.
I hear Mommy’s laughter coming from the living room. Finally I crack and start laughing too. He’s so proud that he’s laughing as he hops into the living room to tell Mommy the prank he pulled. Twice. Without taking a breath.
You think I was proud of the bike thing the other day? Hah, I scoff at thee.
The moments that he shows beyond any doubt that he’s my son prove the very air in my lungs is worth something.