big friendly giant {BFG}

tonight i am wearing my apron from dinner.
i made blt-a's.
with yellow tomatoes.
from my produce box.
and soft, juicy bacon.
brennan called them bfg's.
his new favorite book.
i'm not sure if he understands what we are reading,
but he definitely loves the sound of a reading voice.
and the idea of a big friendly giant.
i love that he loves to read.
to be read to.
when he's sad.
when he's tired.
when he has an owie.
a story will cure all of his ills.
with chocolate milk.
and a monkey.
and a woodie. {movie}
those are the things he asks for when something is wrong.
"weed a stor-ee, wit monkey, and a binky, and kok-et-wilk {chocolate milk: regular milk w/ovaltine}, and wat a woodie {watch a movie}."
after dinner i watched him run from the front room to the kitchen in only a diaper.
"racing."
his stout little body.
thinning out.
smiling ear to ear.
big brown eyes and hair to match.
no longer a baby, but a little boy.
talking with this little accent that sounds almost french.
max was standing at the lightening mcqueen parking garage.
sean on the fainting couch.
i walked to the kitchen to get my water bottle.
picked up a few cars and a train on the way from the floor.
now they are all asleep.
and i looked down to find some trinkets in my pocket.
i love these nights.