Schmaltz

You didn't think you'd get more than a post or two away from another story about the boy, did you?  Thank goodness, because I didn't want to raise your hopes much.

PS - Feel free to read this while listening to Rush - just so you can have the whole writer experience as well.  Thank goodness you won't know exactly when to pause and sing out loud.

Last night I was explaining to the boy about my (perchance monthly) desire to overload in chocolate.  "I crave something sweet," I explained.  He said, "If you need something sweet, call me."

Awwww...  I mean really....awwww....

He sensed that, and backtracked like any normal man would.  "Umm...you know what I mean...I'm not..."

Yes, dear.  Yes, I know. 

This lead into a conversation about change and expectations, and sheesh, kid, I've known you for more than twenty years.  Do you think I'd ever want to change you?  (I mean, except for the coaster thing.)

Today I checked my email and saw that he emailed me his Christmas list.  The last item on his list?  8.  You!

Awwww... I mean really....awwww....