Race cars. Every day. Swimming pools. Every afternoon. Popcorn and Coke (or actually, Pepsi, if I know Grandpa). Every single night. Undivided attention. All day, every day.
It's hard to be Connor right now, isn't it?
He's spending Spring Break with Grandma and Grandpa, having the time of his life and barely remembering us back at home. He spent a few days at their cabin at the lake, now he's in the mountains for a few days (hence the race cars and swimming pools), and tomorrow he will head back to the lake. He's definitely our world traveler, at all of four years of age.
He did condescend to say hello to his mother for a few minutes tonight on the phone, but only after some serious prompting from Grandma. His first response was,
"Not today."
Talking to Mommy is the first step toward coming home, you see. And he's not quite ready for that. Not today. Maybe not tomorrow or the next day. School doesn't start back until Tuesday, you know. He might be ready to come back for that.
