…there’s Daniel. Well, it’s not exactly smoke, it’s fog. From his fog machine.
I opened his bedroom door yesterday and couldn’t see a thing. Billows of fog were rolling out the door. I heard Daniel’s voice from somewhere on the floor. “Son?” I asked.
“Yeah mom,” he replied. I startled a bit. I’m still not used to his deepening voice.
I peered through the fog and he was sitting on the floor rigging up another invention with his Lego Mind Storm. The glow from the LED’s on his numerous electronic devices gave the room an ethereal feel.
I started to ask him WHAT he was doing but decided against it. Like the mysteries of UFO’s and Easter Island, there are just some things I’ll never understand.
So I just said, “I love you honey”. And then I shut the door.