Little kids always grow up.  Naw, I didn’t say big kids grow up, I said little kids grow up.  It’s a sad day of reckoning when all they wanted to do is go home with you or cling to you and then one day it all starts to change.  It’s inevitable, it’s life, and growth is always a good thing…it sometimes kind of tears a piece of your heart out though.

My kickin’ buddy Riot usually starts the moment I walk thru the door or he talks to me on the phone, “I wanna go to Grandmom’s house,” repeat 400 times, and usually he does go to my house for a day or two.  I went to see him on Friday, he was horribly ill.  Throwing up and lethargic, laying on the couch, peeking at me now and then and then hiding his eyes…the games we play.  After an hour or so, he was feeling a little better and got up to move around, he played Wall-e on the Wii and we watched a bit of the Wall-e movie.

His mom and I left to pick up some food stuff and returned.  We ate, he drank fluids, taste tested a few things but didn’t get carried away on food.  And with the passing of time, he got fairly active, talking to me and prodding me with questions and ‘look at this grandmom’ but not once did he say he wanted to go my house.  NOT ONCE!

Finally it was time for me to go.  I told my son I was leaving, heading for home, I turned around and Riot had my handbag and keys, holding them out to me, “Here Grandmom!”  OMG!  I thanked him and took them.  Damn it!  Where do little boys go?  I hope it was because he’d been sick and a fever twitched his brain cells just for a few minutes.  If it’s permanent, I’m going to feel really bad.

Ain’t he cute?

He’s in pre-school four days a week.  It feels like the beginning of sad.