In the afternoon,
when we go our separate ways,
him to dreamland
me to mothering tasks,
Luke usually asks for
a garbage truck
(a real one he can ride on the back of)
or a fire truck
(a real one he can climb on)
or a tractor
(so he can pull heavy stuff).
This afternoon my
sick child
my newly three boy
requested I not do the dishes.
“Mama, please don’t do the dishes.
When I wake-up, after my nap,
I want to help do the dishes.”
He helped clear the table
and load the dishwasher
one evening this week.
And it is all he can think about now.
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