I felt the love, but only for a second

This weekend, I was lying down on the couch for a minute. Jack came over and stretched out on top of me. After a minute, he heard my stomach growl.

“Mommy, you’re hungry.”

“That’s okay.”

“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 30 (fine) 12 years.”

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.