Yesterday morning was not one of the better mornings. When Erica arrived, I tried to hand off Charles but he refused, which is very unusual for him. I had to carry him around while I prepared to head off to work. Eventually I had to just hand him to Erica, crying, and head out the door. Erica says that he calmed down after a bit.
This morning, Erica arrives and sits with Charles on the sofa. Charles thinks this is fine. As I’m gathering up, trying to remember if there was something else I was supposed to bring in (there was), Charles looks up at me, waves his little hand and says “bye!”. He couldn’t even wait for me to head for the door! So of course I immediately head out (forgetting the thing I was trying to remember). I pause on the threshold to see if Charles will wave one last time, but he’s clearly already put me out of mind and doesn’t even notice.
At least Charles actually says “bye”. Corwin spends the morning asking “how long till Erica gets here?” and expressing disbelief when I tell him that it’s going to be 130 minutes. “It can’t be that long!”. Ah, Corwin my boy, sometimes it really is that long.