We were walking in the mall the other day, amongst meandering teenagers hand-in-hand and exercising seniors and no-nonsense shoppers on a mission.
I was pushing Curly in his stroller and Mo was walking beside his brother. They were holding hands.
It was sweet, but Mo kept getting in people's way. So finally I told him, "Please stand back here by me."
He looked at me with those big blue eyes like he was totally crushed.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Mom!" he said, motioning toward his brother, whom he could no longer hold hands with, "We are in LOVE."
11 months ago