I bit my tongue this morning so that these words would not escape my lips.
I was driving my son Faris (9 yrs old) to school, just like I always do. We were talking along the way, just like we always do. He is really into Lord of the Rings these days and he is reading The Hobbit. We were planning an outing to go and see the movie, and our conversation side tracked to other related subjects. Faris has been wearing a ring on his third finger under the influence of the story – it is one of my rings. This morning in the car he held up his right hand and said, “mama, this is my fat hand”, then he lifted his left hand and said “and this is my thin hand”. “How’s that Faris?” I said.