As he climbed into his bed, Six reminded me to fill out his field trip permission slip.
"Mom, don't forget."
"I won't, sweets. I'll do it right now. Go to sleep."
"Do you pinky square?"
"I promise I'll do it."
"Mom, pinky square."
"I pinky square."
He was so serious with his request that I didn't have the heart to tell him it was pinky swear, not square. My heart was otherwise occupied. Melting into a million different puddles because of his interpretations of phrases overheard at school.
