I was bathing D’Lo today, trying to comb out his beautiful abundance of curls that seem to prefer being dreadlocks. He likes to turn on the faucet to a very cold trickle, fill up one of his bath-time boats with that cold water, and then try to convince me that it’s coffee…I sip it while wearing a very satisfied (and completely faked, of course) expression as he waits for my opinion of his delicious concoction. I repeatedly drink cup after cup of this coffee while keeping the conversation flowing, in an attempt to distract him from the task at hand (combing and combing and combing).
Today was a little different. I still had my coffee but today was a first…today he began telling me about his dream. It took my some time and questions to figure what he was saying…especially when he started off by saying that the beach was cracking.
“The beach was cwacking…wemember? The beach was cwacking, Mama?”
He continued to tell me that he was scared and so he ran…and then the crab bit him…
“That cwab bited me, Mama.”
Then he said the pirate was trying to get him, yes, the pirate…but apparently I saved him…
“Then you was pinching that piwate, you was pinching him.”
The end…and then my little barista returned his attention to the trickling cold water, as I kissed the back of his tiny neck and refocused my own attention on the tangles in his fro 🙂
