09 May 2006

the good life

“Mommy!” I peer out the sliding glass door to see what need my son has right then.

“I saw a pinecone fall out of that tree, so it’s a pinecone tree!” Slurp. Slurp. I nod, half-grinning.

With excitement and awe lacing his words I hear, “Fresh out of the tree!” His gaze goes back to perusing the backyard, his mouth goes back to his popsicle.

Ah, the joy of childhood.