Life in the window

A young boy sat peacefully on the creamy leather couch next to his mom. The boy on the right. The mom onhis left. With those big eyes kids get when saying something exciting, he told her that he wanted to sit in daddy's spot tonight. He sat with his knees bent, and his pajama bottoms lopsided on his waist showing he had pulled them up himself. It had become a routine for them to watch American Idol together through out the week. It was rare though that the little boy sat still to watch t.v. so the mommy embraced the mellow situation. They shared a bowl of popcorn and the mom knew her son felt proud, for American Idol nights were the only nights he was allowed to stay up passed his bed time. The boy should have a set schedule, or so everyone tells the mom but she very much appreciated his company. The show went on commercial and with the smell of butter in the air, something caught the boys attention, and so he stared out the window splattered with drops of rain. When he spoke it was with a tone of excitement. "Daddy outside!"
It caught the mom off guard as she looked at the boy and then slowly followed the path of the boy's eyes.
"Michael, did you say daddy was outside?"
"Yeah, at window!" The boy exclaimed. Although the boy was already three, he often talked lazily and forget unimportant words.
"What's daddy doing out there?" The mom tried to talk casually but her voice flowed with trepidation.
"Daddy cold. He wants to come inside."
Although knowing it was impossible the mom then said, "Well, tell Daddy to come in." Her eyes started to fill with tears. The small warm drops dripped down her cheeks and tickled her face. In his own way the boy understood and he sat closer to his mommy as if leaving enough room for someone to sit on his other side.