I bought Chiquito this little slipper toy at the pharmacy the other day and he’s obsessed with it. He bites it and it squeaks, delighting him every time. Maya thought it was strange that they don’t sell the slippers in pairs! “Who would only want one slipper?” It’s a dog toy, I say. “But it looks like a slipper.” It is… but it’s not. One of those never-ending conversations, you know? You just can’t rationalize with a 6-year-old.
After I put the girls to bed, Chiquito waits for me to grab my laptop and lay on the couch so he can cuddle up next to me. Sometimes, if I don’t give him enough attention, he shows his jealous side and actually jumps up on my chest, looking me straight in the eye, almost nose to nose, as I unsuccessfully try to
keep from laughing ignore him and keep typing.
Most of the time Chiquito just sits there and stares at me, though. I bounce blog post ideas off him. Tell him my problems. Sing to him. “Chiquitito, tell me the truth…” He’s a wonderful listener and loves me unconditionally. He brings me peace.