My heart is broken and the sheen has gone off this glorious season of sun and school-less freedom.
Why? Today Butter said, “okay.”
No big deal to you, I know.
But for six months he has said, “Haykoe.” It was an adorable, dyslexic, mirror image of okay that I found so delicious I asked him several times each day if he was okay just to hear that yes, in fact, he was haykoe.
But now he’s just okay.
Well, poop. It’s the beginning of the end.