![]() Sometimes we just…we just can’t help it.” We never mean it when we hurt the people we love. ![]() He cries harder, his little lower lip vibrating with intense emotion. “That hurt Mommy!” I scold, wincing as I touch the rapidly swelling spot above my eyebrow. Absolutely no way, I think, just before a wooden-rattle-turned-missile strikes me squarely in the forehead. Maybe he’s already in the city, waiting for me.ĭoes he actually think I’m going to call him? “Glah-bee-dot!” is Tyler’s gleeful response. Something soft and jingly grazes my shoulder on its way to the floor. Why didn’t he mention that he was coming to New York when I saw him last week? Is it a last-minute thing? Maybe he was going to mention it but I didn’t give him a chance. “That, either,” I say wearily, sitting on the floor and resting my head in my hands. ![]() ![]() But if you throw, you won’t have any toys to play with when you’re done.”īusiness? I thought he didn’t even have a job.Ĭan seeing me possibly be the business he has in Manhattan? Or is it just a coincidence? I pick it up and put it firmly on his tray. His teary eyes twinkle instantly and he reaches for a big, pastel, stuffed block. ![]()
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