As I watched Reagan strut to the car I noticed something was different. He slammed the door & threw a gun shaped piece of paper @ me & exclaimed
"Grace said to call her."
There it was in hastily scribed pencil. "Call me Reagan. Heart Grace." The number is written so huge, it can't be missed. Subtle. Reagans goofy smile was evidence of how pleased he was.
"So, can I use your phone?"
"Easy tiger, she's probably still here waiting for her mom. Later maybe."
This seemed acceptable so he sat back & relaxed. Upon hearing the big news Reid is rather disappointed it's his birthday & he hasn't been given such a gift from the universe.
"He's only 5. It's not fair."
After we get home & I endure a few rounds of "Can we call her now?" we call Grace. Her mother has been expecting us. Grace wants Reagan to come play. She just loves Reagan & talks about him all the time. He has his first "date" next week.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
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