Andy is tired. Jonah is home until school starts again, and I know it’s not easy to watch him for hours on end with very few breaks. I’m tired too, so going to work today was almost respite…something I felt a little guilty about, like my office is a sweet tropical escape Andy’s missing out on.
I had a doc appointment right after work today, too, so I was home even later than usual. When I walked in the door around 7, Jonah ran up to me.
Without preamble or hesitation, in rapid succession, he fired:
“Wan go see train?”
train!
“Wan go see grandma?”
“Wan go number one park?”
I laughed weakly and silently responded: No, no, and no.
By way of apology, I leaned down to hug him tight; we went downstairs and sang Guster songs in the basement instead.
The Never Normal 