|I know he's scheming about something, I just don't know |
what it is.
Eventually, however, even Raines wake up an come downstairs. Actually when Dave hears the sink in the bathroom start running, so does he. He bolts up the stairs while loudly asking, 'Can he have the game, please?', without even considering the possibility that I might say 'No.' All this happened in normal fashion, seemingly negating the oddity of earlier in the morning.
Several hours later a strange clone of my son descended the stairway and asked if he could get a drink of water. Actually the strange part came when he was (supposedly) headed back up. He stopped in the living room, put his hand gently on Raine's shoulder and said, in a soft, warm, velvety voice I'd never heard from him before, 'I'm hoping you're having a really good day.' I turned toward the two of them with a confused scowl, thinking I couldn't have heard that right, then realising that I'd actually heard what I thought I had by seeing the shocked expression on Raine's face. She was baffled, but replied, 'It's okay so far, thanks for asking.' He then walked over to the chair I was sitting in, leaned over and hugged me asking, 'Are you my buddy?' Even more confused, I replied, 'Yeah... so far.' He then patted my arm and said something (I was too stunned to actually hear it) that sounded like it came directly from a bad Chick-flick. He then leaned back in for another hug and, still using the same velvet-voice, said, 'I love you, Dad'. If I hadn't already been sitting down I'd have ended up on the floor. Never, in his entire 16 year career, has David said that where it wasn't solicited somehow. He just doesn't, EVER, initiate that sort of conversation.
|Where is all this coming from?|
|Thank you for listening|