“He’s adorable. Any chance you can make another and let him keep that one? I hate to disappoint him.”
“Spoiled!” Jobe purposely called out and Beck blew a raspberry at him. “It’s all his as well as the frilly crop top he has on.”
My boy was stunning no matter what he wore and the happiness on his face right now nearly had me ordering a dozen in various colors.
“I know that look,” Jobe shook his head. “I’ll put you down for one of each as I finish them.”
“Thanks Jobe. By the way,” Beck was out of earshot now, posing in front of the wall of windows, staring at his reflection. “Did Stanley talk to you about Beck’s birthday?”
“He did. Honestly, every year I took him to dinner and just gave him a simple gift, usually clothes. Which in hindsight, should’ve been toys.”
“No so sure about that.” The twirling dancing queen was having a one-man party, proudly displaying his new outfit.
“True. He’s talking about the beach a lot.”
“Yes, I picked up on that too. It’s become a bit of an obsession since the Easter bunny installed his new playground.”
Jobe laughed. “Now it makes sense. Why don’t the four of us go to dinner then you guys’ head to the beach after?”
“I think that’s the perfect plan. Thank you. Can you do without him for a few days?”
The blank stare from Jobe cracked me up. “Yes. He is an asset, don’t get me wrong, and a great model, but clearly a little who needs more stimulation than the occasional pin prick and tea party.”
“Oh my.”
“Yes, it’s hard for him to stand still long enough for me to pin the outfit at times.”
“Alright, a break for both of you it is.”
“Bunny, how about picking up a kid’s meal on the way home from your favorite place?”
“Can I still wear my new outfit, Daddy?” Little shit already knew it was his.
“Of course, you’re adorable in it.”
“Adorkable is more like it,” Jobe teased.
“’Kay. I want a hamburger, and fries, and apple slices and chocolate milk.”
“Your wish is my command, sir,” I bowed, triggering a giggle fit from my boy.
“Daddy, you’re so silly. Let me get my backpack and Bun-Bun.” He’d taken to bringing one or the other every time, claiming he felt bad stuffing them both into his backpack at once.
Beck’s heart was so full, even for inanimate objects.
He bounced in the seat beside me during the short drive home, singing along with the radio. “Someone’s in a good mood today?”
“Yes! It’s me, Daddy. Guess what?”
“What, Bunny?”
“Jobe asked me what kind of clothes I wanted to wear as a little, so I told him anything I can move around in and play in and get dirty in but wash up nice and new. He rolled his eyes then told me what the littles people wanted. Daddy, did you see this tutu? Isn’t it sooooo cute?”
“It’s even cuter because it’s on you. But did you ever give Jobe something more to go on?”
“No, so he handed me his iPad and sent me to another website to put a bunch of clothes I liked into the online cart but not check out. So, I think he used that.”
I ordered his meal, planning a nice salad at home for myself. As soon as we pulled away from the drive through, he returned to singing.
