“Mommy, you’re hungry.”
“No, I’ll be right back.”
I closed my eyes.
Pretty soon I heard, “Now keep your eyes closed but open your mouth.”
While I generally wouldn’t trust a six year old issuing that kind of directive, I had heard the refrigerator open, so I figured it was pretty safe.
He stuck a carrot in my mouth.
I thought what you’re probably thinking: “Wow, what a sweet, thoughtful kid!” I also thought, as any mother would, “Some six year old girl has no idea that you’re going to totally break her heart in
I started chewing. Jack cocked his head and looked at me quizzically.
“It’s sort of like feeding a horse,” he muttered, almost to himself.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, was the end of the loving mother/son moment.