On Friday, I picked Sean up from school, and as usual, I was sly and wily in trying to extract information from him. Sometimes I have to resort to waterboarding to get anything out of him, but that day he was in a particularly forthcoming mood.
“Who did you play with on the playground?” I asked.
“I played with everyone.”
“That’s good,” I said, “I like to hear that.”
“I played with Hinsley,” he added. I looked in the rear view mirror to see him beaming. His face was aglow.
“Do you think Hinsley is a boy or a girl?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” I said, “I can’t really tell from the name.”
“Hinsley is a girl!” he said, “And the girl I’m going to marry!”
“Oh really?” I asked, “What is it about Hinsley that you like so much?”
“Well!” he said with breathy gusto, “She looks good!”
I tried my best not to laugh. He hates it when I laugh at something he said. It embarrasses him. He clams up and that puts the kibosh on my fact-finding.
“What does she look like?” I asked.
“Well she always wears a dress,” he said. “She has a dress with butterflies on it and I really like it,” he added. He went on to tell me she has blue eyes, long brown hair and how she always wears it on the side with a bow.
And then he sighed a long and dreamy sigh at just the thought of her.
I told AD about the conversation when I got home and he suggested that we invite Hinsley over for a playdate so she can see the room she’ll be sleeping in when she marries Sean.