not ready to leave quite yet
"Elizabeff?"
I turn round to see the little face, framed by curls, peering at me from around the door. "Yes?"
"Um...Mom...um...mom, um wanted to- wanted to know if you wanted- if you wanted-if-" she steps forward and hangs by the door handle, allowing her 40 pound frame to swing the door back and forth as she speaks. It seems to give her a more secure footing. She tries again.
"Mom wanted to- to know if you wanted turkey and mashed potatoes and gravy and it would be on a plate." Having successfully delivered the message, she looks up expectantly. I hide a smile.
"Thanks Katie, I'm ok though."
"Ok." She carefully swings herself backward into the hallway to pull the door closed, and I hear the sound of little footsteps running down the stairs. "MOM! MOM! Elizabeff said- she said she doesn't want any turkey and mashed potatoes and..."
Fuck, am I going to miss that kid.
I turn round to see the little face, framed by curls, peering at me from around the door. "Yes?"
"Um...Mom...um...mom, um wanted to- wanted to know if you wanted- if you wanted-if-" she steps forward and hangs by the door handle, allowing her 40 pound frame to swing the door back and forth as she speaks. It seems to give her a more secure footing. She tries again.
"Mom wanted to- to know if you wanted turkey and mashed potatoes and gravy and it would be on a plate." Having successfully delivered the message, she looks up expectantly. I hide a smile.
"Thanks Katie, I'm ok though."
"Ok." She carefully swings herself backward into the hallway to pull the door closed, and I hear the sound of little footsteps running down the stairs. "MOM! MOM! Elizabeff said- she said she doesn't want any turkey and mashed potatoes and..."
Fuck, am I going to miss that kid.