Colt and I were in the car on the way to his bus stop this morning when he asked me what I was thinking about.
“I’m just thinking about my day” I said.
“Are you thinking about how you are going to do a good job at work and try your best?”
“I will if you will” I answered “Want to make a deal? We’ll both try our best today to do a good job and treat people well?”
“Okay mom!” he cheered!
“It’s a deal!” I said, thinking I was sealing it up right there.
“Uh mom? It’s not a ‘deal’ until you bump my fist, you know?”
. . . . . well. Fair enough then right? (*fist bump* to the back seat) I’m cool. Right? Still? To my seven-year old, at least? lol!