I was holding him on my lap, thinking he was the cleanest looking baby I had ever seen.
I kept gazing at him, but then–I had to blink.
And suddenly he was old enough to feed himself.
This time, I thought, I won't blink. But of course my eyes started to burn and I snuck in a quick one.
And he was getting dressed on his own.
So it went. I would keep an eye on him, but it would only take a blink or two and he had turned into a party animal.
Blink. He could drive.
My eye would twitch shut for a split second and there he would be– babysitting,
But then–then– I swear I only looked away for a moment.
And there he stands in front of his new dorm.
What did you ask? Is there is something in my eye?
Oh, I'm just blinking.