a conversation from yesterday:
Otis: Mama, you’re pretty. (rubbing my arm)
me: Oh yeah? Well, thank you.
Otis: I want to marry you! (jumps into my arms)
me: Wow! But I’m already married. I’m married to Baba.
Otis: (looks puzzled for a second) I like you. I like you ALL DAY LONG.
I remember that when Otis was younger, he really wasn’t affectionate at all. At best, he withstood my embarrassing displays with a twinge of pity, waiting until the moment he could race off to the next shiny object. And just as I was resigning myself to a life of awkward one-armed man hugs, life has thrown me some good loving. I’m going to enjoy this as long as he’ll let me.
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that is hilarious!