"Momma, can you shut this off?" The Boy said just as the next song started.
"What?" I teased. "You don't want to just listen to part of a song?"
He didn't say anything as I parked and shut off the radio. I unbuckled him and he swung his long legs out of the booster seat.
"It's kind of sad when you can't hear all of it, Momma."
The Boy is in a basketball class right now. Every Wednesday night, the husband takes him to the class and then out to dinner. Meanwhile, I take The Lad home to let out the dog and have an evening together. Tonight, I didn't feel like cooking -- we already had eggs, the traditional no-daddy dinner, once this week -- so The Lad and I stopped downtown for a slice of pizza and ice cream.
Coming out of the ice cream place, The Lad held my hand and swung my arm, practically bouncing down the sidewalk.
"Who's my favorite little Beastie Beast?"
We had a brief discussion about decorative frog statues in a window and kept walking down to the car.
"Had fun," he said. "Had fun eat-tin pizza an' ice cream with Momma."
I almost started crying in the middle of the street. That little bit totally got me through the part of my evening, two hours later, when I discovered a flea on the dog and had to give both animals a bath.