This afternoon, my husband was out on a 16 mile run…which I could totally do if you took the “6” away and let me stop frequently for puffs of my inhaler. My daughter was napping because of yesterday’s festivities, which included an indoor swim party, softball practice and having a friend sleep over. And, I was working on a spreadsheet.
My son was bored. Really bored. He kept asking, “What can I DOOOO?” with increasing urgency and when he burst into tears and said, “I’m so LONELY!” I decided he was truly attention starved and got off of my computer.
I motioned for him to sit on my lap and said, “Come here, buddy. I know you want to play with your sister, but she’s really tired. I’ll play with you.”
As he climbed on my leg the sobbing continued. He removed his glasses and wiped his face, then he looked at me through his tears and said, “But, you’re so old!”
Age may be nothing but a number, but this kid’s sure got mine.