Not Old
We are driving. I just picked up Gabriel from his father's place. We are going to a holiday party at Gabriel's preschool. Gabriel is wearing new Sesame Street sneakers his father bought him, with red and green and yellow flashing lights.
"Mommy," says Gabriel, in the dark car.
"Yes," I say, turning the corner.
"I am Nicky the dog."
"Oh?" I say.
"Yes, I have curly hair like Nicky the dog. But I am not old like Nicky."
I didn't quite hear. "You are...?"
"I am new," says Gabriel.
"Mommy," says Gabriel, in the dark car.
"Yes," I say, turning the corner.
"I am Nicky the dog."
"Oh?" I say.
"Yes, I have curly hair like Nicky the dog. But I am not old like Nicky."
I didn't quite hear. "You are...?"
"I am new," says Gabriel.
posted by joyfish at 12:37 AM
1 Comments:
Waiting for more Gabriel stories! I know he's done SOME thing memorable in the last couple days.
:-)
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