some days the bug speaks and i see his father in him so clearly. then there are the days when i’m not sure where he comes from. he has been reading the paper lately. some mornings he even goes out to the driveway to get it. the whole thing just makes me giggle. i look at him while i’m making lunches. watch him perusing the weather while spooning oatmeal into his mouth. he has always been a little man. he didn’t say much until he was two. when he did start to speak it was in full sentences. touting facts that he had collected. for those first two years i wondered what he was thinking. i have NEVER had to wonder since.
at the beginning of the school year, i enrolled him in etiquette classes. not so much because he needed them. more because i thought he would enjoy them. he LOVES pomp. he loves to get dressed in a suite. the first couple of classes i had to tie his tie for him. one evening he came down all suited up and ready to dance. i asked him when he learned to tie his tie. “from a book,” he said.
dushie had taken a couple of pictures of him the week i hadn’t gone and texted them to me with the heading, “the bug and your future daughter-in-law.” when i asked him about girls recently he got sheepish. i asked him if he thought any were cute.
“mommy, i’m going to hold out on all of that until i’m in sixth grade.”
look out ladies, he’s a snappy dresser and can rip the hell out of the cha-cha.