Seth's preschool ended on Friday. It's me and him. Until next week, when it will be me and him...and her.
This afternoon, we went to the book store, and lingered. I'm always rush, rush, rushing but today we got to look at every single thing for as long as we wanted and it felt really good not to hurry him up.
Overhead, Frank Sinatra sang "Chicago."
"Seth, do you like this music?"
He cocked his head to the side, making an assessment and then said,
"Yeah. It's catchy."
I LOVE when my kids say a word Todd and I don't typically use. It cracks me up and reminds me that their worlds are expanding.
I never say "catchy."
Though now I will.