Tuesday 200 - #56
“Dad, can I ask you a question?”
You never know what’s going to come out of an eight-year-old’s mouth. I brace myself for the potential curve ball he’s gonna throw and turn down the car stereo. “What’s on your mind, sport?”
“Do you ever think things that you know you shouldn’t?” Out of the corner of my eye, I see him picking at an imaginary stain on the thigh of his jeans. His mom used to do the same thing. I wonder if he realizes that. Somedays I wondered if he even remembered her … it’s four years next month that we buried her.
“Well sure Danny, we all have strange thoughts.” Steady on, I think to myself. “You know, sometimes it helps to say ‘em out loud. Lots of times they’re not as weird as you think.”
‘Well, I just saw that cooler on the side of the freeway … did you see it?”
“Nope, sorry. I was kinda busy watching the road. What about it?”
“Nothing really,” he said. The stain on his Levi’s was spreading. “I was just wondering what would happen if Gwyneth Paltrows’s head was in it.”
Sometimes he makes me so proud.
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