{Gav and his best buddy Sam}
"Guess what?!?" he screams quite frantically while running through the door.
"I get to ride a bus!" he shouts, "And that's not all--there's more!!!"
"We're going to a farm," says he, "a working farm at that!"
"I'll bet they have a cow and horse and maybe a house cat!"
We wait and wait and wait some more, I thought he would explode!
Then the day finally came--the day to hit the road.
And there she was, that big, huge bus, waiting patiently.
We walked together hand in hand--my excited son and me.
"I want to sit by you," he said. My heart as soft as mush.
"Pick a spot," I said to him, "And sit down on your tush."
The ride was long, the kids were loud, the bus was super hot.
Then we got there safe and sound, and ate the lunches we had brought.
"This is so fun," I heard him say a hundred times or more!
A blacksmith, a farmer and old windmill! Even a house from 1804!
And on the way home, he looked up at me, his eyes were as round as the moon.
"Thanks mom," he said, and squeezed my hand. "When I get home can I watch a cartoon?"
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?
5 comments:
THAT is adorable.
Wow who knew a farm could be that exciting? I'm glad that despite any other excitement, thoughts of cartoons/tv are prominent in other kids' minds besides mine.
Remember when life was so exciting you thought you wouldn't be able to function until "it" happened? I miss those days!
The real question is, DID he get to milk a cow?
SOOO stinkin cute! I just wish my own son liked me to come. Secretly, maybe he likes me to come, but without eye contact or acknowlegement that we know each other. It's just not the same as "I want to sit by you" and "Thanks mom". . . really, I refuse to be a part of such abuse.
Love your poem, you clever little mommy you.
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