Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Being Six

Sometimes being six is tough.
Sometimes I forget he isn't 9.5 like his brother.
Sometimes the middle place is a hard place.
Sometimes we two, he and me, need to bake cookies,
...and play lego ninjago,
...and read the Hardy Boys,
...and zoom around the neighborhood on bikes.
Sometimes I simply need to be six with him.