My little boy asks,

"Is it tomorrow yet?"

 

I tell him,

"Not yet. Almost."

 

He nods,

But unsure.

 

Then, moving on

to trucks, trains, and dinosaurs.

 

Making "vroom, vroom" noises,

Like boys do.

 

Then "grrrrr" noises

And those make me laugh.

 

I try to watch

His face

 

He rubs

The back of his hand on my arm

 

Up and down

Like a paintbrush

 

Like an elephant trunk

Wrapped around a leg

 

I am lost again

Forgetting to pay attention

 

Making too many links

Analogies, similes

 

I am snapped back

By his feet

 

One, slightly turned inward

Just like mine.