“Naw, going to my room.”
Kidd gave her a quick hug as he passed by.
“Okay,” his mother replied as she prepared dinner. “Thanks for the hug.”
Suddenly he whipped around and gave her another quick hug just to be sure she was fine before he climbed the stairs to his room.
Kidd felt good when he was in the kitchen beside his mother, but as soon as he sat down on the bed in his own room the ‘what ifs’ started in again.
“What if the monster really was in the fridge?”
He ran back down the stairs to check that his mom was okay and then opened the refrigerator door just to be sure there were no monsters inside.
“Kidd, what are you doing?” his mother said, her voice betraying a hint of annoyance that was softened with laughter.
“Looking for monsters,” Kidd replied.
“What a funny boy you can be,” she chuckled. “But I need you to get out from underfoot for a while. Please go look for monsters elsewhere while I’m cooking dinner. I’m sorry I’m so busy now but we can talk later, after dinner, if you want.”
“Okay,” Kidd replied with a sigh.
Walking out into the backyard, he started playing with his toy truck and excavator. He pushed the machines around, making roads in the soft earth, but he wasn’t paying much attention. He kept thinking about the ‘what ifs.’ How could he tell his mom about the ‘what ifs’? Did she ever have ‘what ifs’ when she was a kid? Somehow, Kidd had trouble imagining his mom or his dad ever being kids, they were so grown-up now and so occupied with grownup stuff. The ‘what ifs’ were Kidd’s problem, one he had to deal with himself.
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