A small Italian restaurant near our home. Dimmed lights, cloth napkins, candles on the table.
The Ex, the Kidlet, and the beautiful and amazing Mom (my blog. Shut up.)
Kidlet: Mom? Are we in a 5-star restaurant?
Mom: No, why?
Kidlet leans over his bread plate and spits out a bad bite.
The Ex and Mom look at each other as the lightbulbs glow over their heads in comprehension.
Thinking of Kelly on her birthday
2 years ago