he needs me less. we laugh when one of us says octoger. he can eat pooris at saravana bhavan. he can be seatbelted. he will describe his ‘exclamation point’ moments. (and draw an invisible ! in the air…)
i turn around to thank him for waiting patiently while i de-loaded baby param’s pram.
only to find him busy. sticking his tongue out and licking the boot of a black corolla.