So I was tucking Jeffrey in the other night, you know; the night of the two-headed bird incident.
Nonchalantly, I said to the dark: “So, do you have any questions for me?”
“No, not really”, he responded sleepily, “Why do you ask?”
“I was just wondering if there has been anything on your mind.”
“No, not really. Why?”
“Oh, no reason, really. Just wanted to talk, I guess.”
He rolled over to face me and threw his arms around me in a gentle hug.
“We don’t need to talk.”
I should have stopped right there. I mean, who could ask for anything more? But the image of the two-headed bird kept popping into my mind. What if it was a topic of discussion at school that day?
“Well, I was just wondering….if you had any questions about…the birds and the bees.”
I said it quickly, as if that would counter any harmful effects my craziness might have on his little psyche. I watched the profile of his face in the light from his closet. He scrunched his brow into a thoughtful expression.
“Yes. I do have a question, mommy.”
Here we go, thought I, taking a deep breath and bracing myself.
“Have you seen any bees yet?”
I closed my eyes in gratitude.
“Not really,” I responded. “Just one wasp out in the yard today.”
“I saw a wasp too!”
“I guess it’s a little too early.”
He rolled back over and closed his eyes and I thanked God that it was a little too early. The image of the two-headed bird long gone from his mind, floating right over his precious head.
Thank God for innocence. Thank God.