I am sitting with my feet up and Alex is opposite me looking down at my feet. He runs his index finger across my newly painted big toenail. I think he is admiring the deep raspberry color. Alex: So.... (then there is a pause) I wait. Alex: You have hair on your toes? Another pause. Me: Silence (I cannot believe he just said that ! Whenever I am sure what he is going to say, I am one thing: wrong!) Me: Yeah, you will too when you are older. Alex: Oh.... does daddy have that? Me: Yes, Alex, he does. (I am wishing this conversation will be over soon. ) Another long pause. I won't even attempt to predict...
