Connor was gazing at me lovingly during dinner one night last week.
I had cooed to Jim earlier in the day about how soft my hair felt, so, silly fool that I am, I thought that perhaps, just maybe, Connor was admiring the way the evening sun was glinting off my hair. Or could it be that he liked the way my hair was curling, each curl embracing the next?
Like I said, silly, foolish, sleep-deprived girl.
So I asked him: "Why are you looking at me like that, Connor?"
Connor snapped out of his trance and replied, "Mama, you could be a clown."
© 2009, Jennifer Linney.
