Late at night, the mommy and the daddy sometimes talk in the dark about their kid. They whisper to each other about the things he does that amaze them. What one may have missed while at work. The cute things. The precious things. They witness this person they created together. They connect in the dark over memories in progress.
He tells her how there was a commercial for one of those action movies. And as their son watched the explosions and falling buildings, he jumped and exclaimed, “Crash!” Proudly identifying the mayhem.
When the buildings fell, he said, “Oh no!” with his usual exaggerated concern.
The mommy says, “I’ll have to write about that in my blog so I remember things like that.”