Waiting for You

Ah, here I wait, all alone, for that rambunctious little rascal who used to take the driver's seat and speed around the condo, dodging the furniture and the occasional inattentive adult. What fun we had - racing from room to room, pedaling to the park, transporting toys from place to place ... Now the world's cutest vehicle wrangler has gone back to his bicycle and his wagon, and the g-parents sigh when they catch sight of me and talk of banishing me to parts unknown.

Come back. Come back, little guy. We miss you.