He's A Hands On Kid

His hot little hand is on my shoulder

His voice is its usuall high pitch and high and

Still earnest but

Unusually soft and quiet

I am staring at the computer screen

Looking at the zoomed in close up of

A meticulousy crafted

True to life and

Fully functioning scale model of

Some piece of farm machinery

That I will never in my life be able to accurately identify but

I still feel his eyes looking at me and

In a daze

I answer yes

Coming to soon enough to try to put a bit of a break on his expectations

He doesn’t argue

Not this time

He just puts his hot little hand back up on my shoulder