My Son Is Two Years Old And I Already Feel Like He Doesn T Need Me
He narrows his eyes and leans over my shoulder to try to scour the dimness. After a moment, he turns to face me. He says “dah dah” like a pilot whispering the instrument’s name while they check it. In a moment, he’ll say “down,” push his hands against my chest, slide down to the floor, and start trundling around the house, the first blues of morning sliding through the shades....