Because we are joined at the hip, almost inseparable, the topic of Gooly going to school is always being discussed. It's what the professionals call mental preparation a.k.a brainwashing.
Me: You are going to school soon, you know.
Him: Ya, I know. Are you gonna be in school too?
Me: (For the umpteenth times) No, I will be at home waiting for you.
Him: What are you gonna do at home?
Me: Err...I'll be cleaning the house (yeah right!), ironing clothes (guffaw), and missing you.
Him: Are you gonna be OK? Will you be bored?
Me: (A lil surprised about his concern.) Oh, don't worry about me. I'll be fine.
Him: You can play with my toys. And read my books. Then you won't be bored. I'll come home, then you will be OK.
Me: *grinning from ear to ear*
Isn't it strange (in a nice way) that he is the one doing the brainwashing instead? I had my speech prepared, but it seemed totally out of place to even start the preamble. And when he was being suggestive, he looked so nonchalant and adorably grown up.
The food arrived and interrupted our tete-a-tete. I think he would have given me a reassuring pat on the shoulder if not for the interruption :P
If I have to choose just one best friend in the whole wide world, it would be my son. He is the sweetest. And he seems to know in advance that I'll be the one suffering from separation anxiety instead of him.
I hope I wont do anything silly like standing at the school gate for hours.
That will be so uncool. Blek.