“Mom?” Will asks, lugging a Nerf gun that looks as if it might outweigh him by several pounds.
“What’s up, babe?”
“When will it be tomorrow?”
“Umm…tomorrow?” I quip. I really hate it when I can’t come up with a truly masterful bit of sarcasm on the fly.
“Oh…” Will trails off, thinking. He cocks his head at me, like a bird examining a likely worm. “So is tomorrow a school day?”
“Yep.” Internal happy dance.
“Well, then…” he says, “tomorrow I’m not going to be feeling very well.”
“Noted. But you’re still going to school.”
Will ponders this a moment, then his lip curls slightly and his dimple pops into sharp relief.
“Fine, but I’m bringing THIS.” He slings his Nerf gun to his shoulder and unleashes a barrage of foam darts at the front door. His ammunition spent, he lowers his weapon and shoots me a toothy grin. “It’s gonna be so awesome.”
The “The Second Coming” leaps unbidden to my mind and for a moment I wonder what I’ve unleashed on an unsuspecting world. Then Will’s wolf-smile sidles away and his real smile slips in behind. Dirty Harry was just an act and Silly Willy is back to stay. He’s so beautiful — and so terrible. The one following the other in rapid succession. We all are, I suppose. With age comes discretion. Thank God we’re here to teach him, though. I shudder to think of Will Unbound.