Friday night I crawled into bed to snuggle with Otto. We played Transformers. I was Starscream, and Starscream did something that made Otto giggle madly. Then he got serious.
"Starscream's mechanized form is an airplane," he said clearly.
"His what?" I asked.
"His mechanized form, mama."
"Oh," I say. And fail at transforming Starscream into anything at all. Otto has to fix him for me.
He asks for hot chocolate for breakfast, sips it carefully, thoughtfully, with a spoon while I hustle around, trying to keep Bel happy while I make lunch. He loves day care right now, they both do - there's a three-man scramble to see who can get out the door to the car first in the morning.
He's learning French in Miss Jonese's class this fall. I need to volunteer my rusty high school and college French to the cause and spend some time with his class. Right now I just enjoy coaching him over the dinner table. Tonight we worked on the following - "Bonjour, Madame Jonese."
He's got bonjour down. Madame takes a bit of thought, but eventually he parrots it back. His accent is great, a miniature Frenchman suddenly sitting at my dinner table. It gives me shivers.
Jon tells him he has to leave for a couple of days for work. I listen in as he and Otto chat before bed, Jon explaining where he's going, Otto asking questions. I'm not surprised when Otto slips down the stairs a half-hour later, wanting some extra cuddle time. Some reassurance. He crawls into my lap and I tell him that I will be picking him up in the afternoon. We will have spaghetti for supper and call Daddo on the phone.
Then we read "The Monster at the End of This Book." Twice. He knows half the words, can almost read it himself. When I ask him to read it to me, though, he's shy. He'd rather we read it together.
I'm glad. He can do so much independently now. Holding him in my lap, book in hand, is a treat.
"Why did you write Otto twice?" he asks, watching over my shoulder as I type.
"I'm writing a story about you," I say, and he grins a little.
"Why?" he asks.
"Because I don't want to forget anything," I say.
"Will you read it to me mama?"
"Sure, honey, just as soon as I'm finished."
"I love you mama."
"I love you too, sugar bear."
"Can you go to play.coms? You just do that up and down thing, and then you click on plays. Dot. Coms."
"Maybe later, Otto. It's time to sleep now."
Bonne nuit, mon ange.