I grinned. “How old are you?”
He counted his fingers and showed me two. “Two.”
I glanced at my watch. “I need to go now, Jardin. You be good, okay?”
As I moved to stand, he shook his head and tugged at my wrist. “Play with Jar...din.” He picked up two cars and held them out.
Laughing, I sat cross-legged with him. A few minutes wouldn’t matter. “What’s your favorite color.” I pointed to the red and blue cars in his hands.
“Boo.” He air-drove the red one.
“That’s red.”
“Red.” He nodded and air-drove the blue car, making me chuckle.
“Where’s your mommy?”
He looked at me, seemed to contemplate the question then rubbed a lock of hair out of his eyes. “Mama go show...er.”
“And your dad?”
He looked at me, his tiny brow creased in fierce concentration before he stood and neared me. Then pointed to my chest. “Da...da...da dada.”
Laughing, I grabbed him to me in a soft hug, nuzzled his neck then tickled him. “Din.” He giggled, falling to the floor.
“Do you have a girlfriend, little man?” I asked when his shoulders stopped quaking and he stayed down on the floor, picking his legs up in the air. He nodded. “What’s her name?”
“Mama!” he shouted, and I was sure the sound carried. “I drink milk.” He lifted his hands gesturing with his fingers for something.
“You want milk?” I tried while slowly standing.
“Peese.” He nodded, rubbing his stomach.
“Okay, let me see if I can get you some.” I moved toward the door and sudden footsteps sounded in the hallway just outside the room.
I stepped behind the door as someone came rushing in.
