Thursday, January 29, 2009

Still my baby...

The other morning, I stopped to get gas while taking Duncan to preschool. While I waited for the tank to fill up, I would peek at him through the back window and make faces at him. I could see him cracking up through the glass. Tina told me that he was talking about it when she picked him up later that day, so he genuinely enjoyed that little bit of fun.

As I was screwing the gas cap back on I realized that he won't find that game amusing for much longer, and it saddened me. He's five now and soon he's going to think peek-a-boo is too childish, and then he's going to think anything his dad does is lame.

But at least for a bit longer, he's still my baby...


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