Today's OneWord: Upstairs
“Mom, where’s the cat?”
“Upstairs.”
“Where’s Dad?”
“Downstairs.”
“Where’s the dog?”
“Outside.”
“And where am I?”
I stared at my son, whose eyes as blue as the sapphire on my wedding ring shone back at me with that typical youthful innocence that you read about in those books that are badly written and overly sentimental. Then I blinked and put down the ladle that I had been using to scoop up soup and said, “Well, you’re here, kiddo. You’re in the kitchen with me.”
“Upstairs.”
“Where’s Dad?”
“Downstairs.”
“Where’s the dog?”
“Outside.”
“And where am I?”
I stared at my son, whose eyes as blue as the sapphire on my wedding ring shone back at me with that typical youthful innocence that you read about in those books that are badly written and overly sentimental. Then I blinked and put down the ladle that I had been using to scoop up soup and said, “Well, you’re here, kiddo. You’re in the kitchen with me.”
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