Yes, I started this blog post with a title of “Good Eye” and it’s not even going to be about baseball. We have been living and breathing baseball these days, and so last night, on a rare night off, I was able to walk around the block with Jack, as he practiced riding his bike. (With training wheels.) When we turned the first corner, I saw that the clouds were a slightly faded pink, we had missed the best of the sunset, but it was still very pretty.
Me: Jack, look at those clouds.
Jack: Wow! Those are beautiful! I want to touch them! I bet they feel squishy. I want to taste them.
Me: What do you think they taste like? Cotton Candy? (So cliche! So unhealthy! Try again.) Um, or maybe strawberries?
Jack: I bet they taste like rain.
Then he looked up at me and said, “Good eye Mama. Really great job, noticing those clouds.”
I thanked him.