Mr. Independence
If I looked to Drake for affirmation, I might wait a long time. When I returned from my college reunion on a Sunday after last seeing him on a Thursday, he cried, “Ma!” and ran toward me, then stopped suddenly in front of the car door and began to play with the keyhole. I was completely forgotten.
The other night a friend offered to watch him so my husband G. Grod and I could go on a *gasp* date. Drake immediately brought books to her. As we prepared to leave, she asked him, “Doesn’t your mom look nice?” Drake glanced up, then said, “No. Bye-bye. Please read.”