"Hey," said a meek little voice.
"Hey Baby Boy! How are you?"
"Fine. Can I come over tomorrow and play with you?"
There is no amount of anything in this world that would make me say "no" to him.
But I had to say no.
"I'm sorry, sweetie, not tomorrow.
Did he understand?
"How about the day after tomorrow? Next week?" I asked him.
How do I explain Mimi-needs -adult-time-and-cannot-watch-Bumpety-Boo-tomorrow without hurting his feelings?
"You see, Baby Boy,there won't be any little girls or boys here to play with.
"OK. I'll come over and play then."
Dinner for three.