samil left on saturday to visit his grandpop. francisco lives the rural life - takes care of cows and chickens and ... well, mostly he is samil's hero. for a little boy who lives to milk cows and take rides on the motorbike, life in the campo is the best thing since sliced bread.
there are some animals near us - we don't live completely in the city, there are some animals - and a fair amount of open spaces, but it's not the same.
so, since april, samil's been begging to go stay with papa vaca. i wasn't so sure, so i kept my mouth shut. amalio, however, stuck his foot in it and told samil that once school was over he could go. and so, on wednesday, when we picked up the sixteen page report card (seriously? he wipes his butt and says please and thank you, that's all i need to know), samil started asking when he could come.
"mami, put your hands up next to my hands. that's how many days i'm going to stay with papa."
honestly, i figured he would last two days and come home with amalio.
nope.
he's still there. and when we ask he says, "mami, put your hands up. i have my hands up but take away three fingers. that's how many days are left."
"do you know how many days that is?"
"mucho!"
1 comment:
Too cute! Glad he's having fun. How are you holding up without him??
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