Monday, September 12, 2011


He seems so old... so wise. But the exchange we had tonight reminded me that he's just a little boy. A little boy with a fanciful imagination.

Gavin: "Mom."
Me: "Yeah Gavin."
Gavin: "When I rub my eyes [hard] I can see the future."
Me: "Gavin, don't do that. You'll hurt your eyes."
Gavin: "I'm going to play chess in the future."
Me: "Okay."

I love that he can see the future. And I love even more, that of all the things 'Future Gavin' could do, chess is what he's settled on.

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