There’s
a look that we give each other.
It’s a
knowing look, a look that has the power to reduce us both to fits of the
giggles.
Sometimes
for absolutely no reason at all, it could even be at a time where I am in the
process of telling Leo why he shouldn’t be trying to throw all of my freshly
washed clothes through the banister rail and down the stairs… Or how he
shouldn’t be taking Daddy’s shoes out of his side of the wardrobe so he can get
in and tell me ‘bye’… Or even when he is throwing all of the dinner that he
doesn’t want on the floor as fast as I am picking it up…
In any
instance Leo tilts his head and shoots that winning smile in my direction.
A cheeky
smile accompanied by the dirtiest of laughs, but the most infectious kind of
chuckles that you have to be made of stone to resist.
I shoot
him my sternest look, I mean business and no amount of Leo’s smiling combat is
going to knock me off my perch this time. No siree.
Then
Leo’s looking at me, big blue eyes and all.
The
smile is there.
The
dirty laugh.
Then a
crack appears on my face, and there is
nothing I can do.
First
the right hand side of my face relents and as quickly as I try to whip it back
into line, the left hand side joins suit.
The
smile has appeared on my face and any hope I had in letting that mischievous
little boy of mine know who is boss has been thwarted.
For
those moments while we are both laughing so hard that the tears stream down my
cheeks and my sides begin to ache, it doesn’t even matter what he was doing
before because that time when we are like that, it is perfect.
