Sometimes I forget how little he is.
We were throwing maple seedlings and watching them whir to the ground.
Amidst the fading grass and tinges of autumn, I found a bright red bead.
"Look Boo, a berry! It's so pretty, but it's not edible!"
"Mommy, can we eat it?"
"I just told you it's not edible!!"
Mopey little boy. Looks down at the leaf-strewn ground, mumbles,
"I don't even know what edible means."
I feel this small.