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For the Record

It was taking all my focus to back out of the bank without hitting anyone.  But my son spoke up anyway.

“When I get hurt just a little,” he said.

I nodded, as I craned to see over his head and out the back window.

“…and the stuff drops out of my eyes…”

I spun the wheel, and we missed the curb by the ATM.

“Well…I’m not crying,” he insisted.

I smiled my understanding into the rear view mirror.

“That’s just,” he said, “that’s just the toughness falling out of me.”


2 Responses to “For the Record”

  1. The Man says:

    The Boy is just as tough as his Daddy.

  2. Ann Marie K. says:

    My gosh, that one made me tear up.

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