The Things They Say (The Five Year Old)
A pile of read aloud books are stacked carefully atop one of my school binders. Binder open, just waiting for two little boys and I. Morning rises on said books. Books perched carefully albeit precariously on couch arm. Little Boy awakes. Chill with morning crispness. He buzzes speedily around house. Here and there. Suddenly, I see him. A small bundle in a pink fleece blanket on couch.
And he says to me,
“Mommy, I was trying to warm myself on the couch and the school books fell down. I was okay. They were not.”
Books lay scattered across carpeted floor. Small little face peeking out of pink blanket.
The Things They Say.