Under the shade of the giant oak trees
we waited for his siblings to finish their last day of school for the year.
My three year old watched the children playing outside the windows of our parked car.
He wanted to join them in their game of flag football.
I explained that this game was only for the kids attending school.
He pinched his eyes closed and then opened them again.
"I blinked. Now I'm in first grade," he explained.
He had overheard my idiom and misunderstood.
It's a blink of my eye.
Not his own.
I'm going to start propping them open with toothpicks.
