Flying Lessons

He worried all morning that he might miss the bus to school.

He played with the pizza van he'd earned for using the toilet.

He thumbed through books borrowed from the library, pausing on pages with garbage trucks and diggers.

He peered out the passenger side window, watching a cement mixer pour concrete.

While he obsessed over trucks and trains and busses and big machines, I thought about things with wings, and about the ways his teachers will help him grow his own.

1 comment:

rht said...

I love all of Tollie's faces!