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To get him a backpack with a leash attached to prevent this scare from ever happening again?
Rather than verbally respond, I merely lift an eyebrow.
“A top hat for him to live in.”
Light chuckles and a chaste kiss to the top of his head are the only responses I can muster up.
Like I said earlier.
Thank Oshun for blessing me with only one child.
I can’t even imagine having to do this shit with two.
Chapter 4
June
Lo tips his oversized top hat to one side and offers Cherie, Rich’s sister-in-law, an overdramatic wink that makes her giggle.
You know I can’t be grateful enough that he inherited Tuck’s level of confidence and self-assurance. We’ve never had to go through the wanting what everyone else has tobelikedby everyone else phase.
At least not yet.
However, given his determination to do whatever it takes forhimto be happy as opposed to the rest of the human population, I get the feeling it’s not a phase we’ll ever enter.
Or if we do, it’s one we won’t be in long becauselikehis dad he just prefers to be smiling and laughing and spreading smiles and laughter.
It’s heartwarming, and I honestly hope our next son or daughter gets that quality too.
I will say this though.
I would be alright if whatever is cooking in my kiln choosesnotto follow Tucker’s fashion habits.
I could do with a fewlesshats around our house.
Even Koose Koose has one he lets Lo put on him.
“Tadah!” our tiny magician announces with his fingers spread wide, the tiny hunk of bread noticeably falling onto the table. “It disappeared!”
Cherie joyfully claps and coos over his attempt, “Fantastic!”
Tucker poorly swallows his laughter while extending his arm around the back of my chair, allowing his thumb to gently stroke my shoulder.
“Yourshowmanshipis fantastic, Lo,” Rich manages to compliment and correct in tandem from where he’s sitting across the table beside his brother.
“Still working on the trick itself?” Claude inquires on a raised brow, pinky slyly used to point to the piece of food on the table.
Completely unaware of what he’s being accused of, I lovingly lean over and whisper, “They can still see it on the table, Little Critter.”
Our entertainment for the early part of the meal looks startled by the insinuation until he spots it resting near his elbow. A defeated sigh escapes prior to him picking up the piece of bread and shoving it into his mouth. “I’m never gonna get it.”
“Hey, none of that,” his father promptly scolds. “Magic is just like all the other art we try. We don’t give up because it’s hard, or we’re learning. We only stop when it doesn’t make us happy anymore, remember?”
It’s a wonderful life policy that doesn’t alwaysfeelfeasible to me, but then again, when I started using it, I got the incredible life I have now. When I stopped settling for what I didn’t enjoy, I got to go out into the world and do what brings me bliss.
Meeting local artists in different cities and countries?
Definitely excites me.
