I picked Tony up fairly late on Friday because work ran longer than I meant for it to. As always, he was having a blast when I picked him up, and just as reliably, he gave me guff for not being there earlier.
He knows this is a sore spot with me. Lately, he’s been keenly aware (and vocal about) how I am not one of the moms that are at the school on a regular basis.
“Tell your boss that your kid needs you,” he pleads. “She would let you come every day.”
And we talk about how much I really, really love my job, and how my job means that we can do fun stuff like eat and turn on lights, but I think mostly he just knows how much it bothers me and he wants to punish me.
So we’re driving to the daycare to get Vinnie and we got on the topic of super powers. “If you could have any super power, what would you have?” I asked him.
“I’d be invisible,” he answered immediately.
“Oh yeah? And what would you do if you were invisible?”
“I’d go to Target,” he responded. I did not see this coming.
“Target?” I asked. “Why Target? You could go anywhere!”
He cocked his head. “Because you go to Target by yourself sometimes, and if I were invisible, maybe you’d let me come too.”
CHECK AND MATE, MY OBVIOUSLY ITALIAN SON.