my boyo
the other morning, i was getting ready for work, and i heard boyo shouting ‘mooommmm?!’ i tried to get across the room before a second shout emerged, interrupting the still slumbering BFG, but no such luck.
MOOOMMMM?! much closer now, like right outside of my room. i yanked open my door so he wouldn’t shout…and slightly exasperated, said ‘what?????’ boyo was standing there with a big ol’ grin on his face. he held out his carefully cupped hand to me and showed me what he was holding.
he had picked out all the carob flakes from his special K that morning and put them aside for treat later…and decided to share them with me cuz…well, that’s what boyo’s do. so i took a slightly warmish, slightly melted, milk covered carob flake from his hand, and carefully ate it.
he offered me two, then three, then the whole handful…but i declined. i was sharing cuz that’s what mom’s do. but that’s as good as it gets. it’s like getting a vasefull of dandelions in the spring.
i yike it yots.