His first time

Two nights ago

we went out to run an errand,

and he brought his purse.

It was the first time I heard him say

that he was

"running an errand,"

which sounds different spoken by a

32-month-old person.

We stopped at the DQ

and sat on the window ledge

sharing a Dilly Bar.

We strolled down the mall corridor

looking for the hobby shop

and the train that chugs in its window

until the photo booth stopped him

dead in his tracks.

"You wanna go in there?" he asked.

You bet I did.

It was as if he had been posing in photo booths

forever

but it was only his first time.