I cringed at the thought of him going to his dad’s. His brown hair fell into his face, hiding his look of disappointment. Dad never has them at his house,” he grumbled as he turned off his game.
People can’t turn into birds,” he fussed, shaking his head.
You’re going to turn into a chicken nugget one of these days,” I laughed. “How about fish sticks for dinner?” I offered. I had no problem admitting that my entire world was wrapped up in that little boy and there was nothing better than seeing him happy. I loved hearing the excitement in his voice when he spoke, flicking his wrists at his sides as he focused on what he was saying. Every day he’d share something new he had learned, eagerly telling me every single detail of what he’d discovered. I could see that Wyatt was an exceptional child, always marveling at all the wonders of the world. He looked like your average eight-year-old boy with his wrinkled t-shirt and jeans, but to me, he was anything but average. Seeing him sitting there, I couldn’t help but smile. He quickly ran his fingers through his bangs, brushing them to the side and said, “No way! This is how it’s supposed to look.” He gave me a quick glare, his dark eyebrows furrowed in frustration before he looked back down at his game. His shaggy brown hair dangled in front of his eyes, making me wonder how he could even see to play his game. Five more minutes,” he answered in defeat. You know the rule.” He’d been playing since we got home from school, and he’d keep playing all night if I let him. His little nose crinkled into a pout at the thought of having to stop. “But I’m just about to slay the dragon,” he whined, never looking up from his game. The things he could create on that little device always amazed me. His fingers were rapidly tapping the screen as he worked diligently to create a new world on his video game. He looked so content sitting at the end of the sofa with his little legs tucked underneath him. “Five more minutes, and then it’s time to finish up your homework and have dinner,” I warned Wyatt.
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