He comes through the door from school as I’m sitting at the table taking photos of flowers sent to me since my surgery.
He cracks some smart joke and prowls around the kitchen looking for food.
“What’s for dinner, Mom?”
“Aunt Lyn’s making chili.” I answer.
“What kind of chili?”
“When?”
“Where is she?”
Always prepared to stick his face in front of my camera, in he pops…….he’s my stinker!
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