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.