On the glider with my feet tucked up under me, I sat watching my little baby, now a full blown walking (mostly running), talking toddler, play before bed.
He ran back and forth in his fire truck zip up pjs that are almost too short, his toes pushing the limit of the footies. He ran to one side of the room to retrieve his ball, ran back to the other side, and crouched down, hugging the ball to his chest. He bounced, half in his crouched stance, half anticipating his big move. “Eddie. Et. DOE!” Holding the ball just above his head and tipping it over the rim of his plastic hoop he then shouted “shoot!” and “oooooh!!!” when he made it in! And again, he ran back to get the ball and start the process all over.
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Lisa Goldman
3/12/2019 07:16:05 am
Great slice. I love the line "His toes pushing the limit of his footies."
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