First she looked panicky. “What did you tell him?”
Josh shrugged. “I just said, ‘My mom says she’s rebelling.’ Then we got some cookies.”
I don’t know where he got the bit about rebelling. I didn’t say that. But lately Josh has been coming up with more than “Good one” or “No way, Jose.” I waited for Betsey to start scolding me that this was all my fault, but she hadn’t really noticed. She had a look in her eyes, like she was interested.
“What else did he say?”
“He said he was going to play softball this spring.”
“No, I mean about me.”“Nothing.”
“Are you sure?”
“Well, he said, ‘Your mom must be really cool not to make her go.’”
Then I got interested. “What did you say?” I asked.“I said, ‘Yeah, she’s OK.’”
I guess a parent’s wishy-washy is a kid’s really cool. I’ll take it.
Cilla worried that Ed’s feelings might be hurt. “You’re cool too, Daddy.”
“Thank you. I was beginning to think you’d forgotten about me.”
Well, if it takes a boy to get her back to Sunday School, I’ll take that, too. I’d really like some closure about the pigs, but you can’t have everything.
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