Flash has had a good day. Dishwasher has been emptied without nagging, the bathroom sink is void of shaving cream and blobs of toothpaste. He was extremely helpful shoveling and starting the snowblower again this morning.
While working on a curriculum project and trying to watch the football game, I took a long shot and asked if Flash had happened to see my glasses. "Yeah, actually," he replied. "I have them right here in my hand."
Amazed at the miraculous response and quick reply, I stared at him for a moment with my mouth agape. "What?" he asked. "I just happened to be standing right by the table where they were sitting when you asked."
"It just seemed like such a quick response to what I thought was a rather difficult request. I couldn't have told you where my glasses even might be." I explained. "Since you're so amazing at things today, do you happen to think you could help me with one more request?" I asked.
"I'll try," he responded confidently.
"Well, do you happen to know of a single guy, about 6 feet tall, dark hair, goatee, smart, funny, charming..." I noticed Flash nodding his head with confidence while I rattled off my fantasy request. My mind started racing trying to think of what he might be so smug about, when I thought to add, "...a guy I haven't already dated...."
Ahhh, that was the important characteristic that wiped the smirk right off Flash's face.
"In that case, no, Mom."
Well, it was worth a try.