Three more days

Today, I picked up Alex from school.  On the drive home, which was short, he managed to tell me that he almost had started walking home.  I told him he was very smart not to have done so, because his mother would’ve whooped his ass up one side and down the other.  He asked me if I could pick him up from school every day, from now on.  

This presented a problem.  I told him that we are leaving Monday.  He didn’t catch on, I guess, because he said something about in the mean time, could I still pick him up.  I told him, "Today is the last school day we’ll be here.  We have a doctor’s appointment in Waco on Monday, so we’re leaving Monday morning."

He put his head down, looking disappointed, then asked, "Can you come back?"

Oh, he and his sister have me right by the heart, you know?  I wanted to say, "Sure we can, baby boy!"  What I really said was something about waiting to see how Nanny does over the weekend and that Aunt Laurie really wants to be at home.  I told him that his Dad and Aunt Laurie weren’t really getting along.  

He accepted that answer graciously, but now my heart is hurting for NOT telling him that we certainly could come back.

Elf