i absolutely love the fact that both of my boys are still willing to hold my hand in public.
i almost hesitate to write this, just in case it jinxes me.
but, to date, neither of them has fully realized what an embarrassment i am.
the one time i consistently struggle to snag benny's hand is on the way in or out of his daycare facility.
his classroom is at the end of a long hallway, and he loves to run/skip/you-name-it down that hallway.
anything but walk.
on wednesday morning, he slowed down as we were getting closer to his room.
so i gave it a whirl and asked, "hey benny. can i hold your hand?"
he picked up his pace, opened the door to his room, and didn't even look at me as he responded, "nope. and i think you mean 'may,' not 'can.'"
my 6th grade English teacher, Mrs. Kendall, would have been proud.
. . .of ben.
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