Fighting off a winter cold,
I laid down on the couch
after putting my son down for a nap.
woke up an hour later to discover
he’d gotten out of bed
emptied the dental floss container
built a train
liberated some tortillas from the fridge
come over to pat me on the shoulder
and deliver a bottle of homeopathic throat spray.
Not bad for at least an hour of unsupervised two year old time,
And later, when he reveals to me that he successfully
unwound an entire roll of toilet paper,
its hard to be appropriately stern,
as he’s beaming and proud
and I’m listening to Patsy Cline
and chopping a mountain of garlic.