“Uncle Calvin, Uncle Calvin”
I looked at the little boy who has clutched my one leg. This little guy looks like little Theo. If only that guy had acknowledged him as his son it would be wonderful.
I took the boy in my arms and made him sit on my shoulders as I do usually, “What is it, honeybee?”
“I am not honeybee anymore” he replied clutching my hairs. He is the only one I would give him the chance to clutch my hair after the girls.
“So, what are you now? Ant-man?” I asked as I walked towards the kitchen.
“No, I am Oggy now. Mommy gave me this name” he replied cheerfully.
Oggy?! Is it a name? Theo’s mate has a weird taste. But I am thankful that she accepted this little guy when his own father did not. Before I can say anything a burnt stink stuck me. I didn’t have to go any far
