![]() Sometimes we just…we just can’t help it.” We never mean it when we hurt the people we love. He cries harder, his little lower lip vibrating with intense emotion. “That hurt Mommy!” I scold, wincing as I touch the rapidly swelling spot above my eyebrow. Absolutely no way, I think, just before a wooden-rattle-turned-missile strikes me squarely in the forehead. Maybe he’s already in the city, waiting for me.ĭoes he actually think I’m going to call him? “Glah-bee-dot!” is Tyler’s gleeful response. Something soft and jingly grazes my shoulder on its way to the floor. Why didn’t he mention that he was coming to New York when I saw him last week? Is it a last-minute thing? Maybe he was going to mention it but I didn’t give him a chance. “That, either,” I say wearily, sitting on the floor and resting my head in my hands. ![]() But if you throw, you won’t have any toys to play with when you’re done.”īusiness? I thought he didn’t even have a job.Ĭan seeing me possibly be the business he has in Manhattan? Or is it just a coincidence? I pick it up and put it firmly on his tray. His teary eyes twinkle instantly and he reaches for a big, pastel, stuffed block. ![]()
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