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.