And after a week of his being either charmingly persistent, or simply willfully determined to get his way (I still can't decide which it is), the boy has convinced me to have dinner with him.
Tonight.
In half an hour.
I have the willpower of an 8 year old.
He says I'm all he's been able to think about over the last few weeks, that he misses me, and that he just wants to see me.
I'm just not so convinced that it's that easy.
Or that he's any more ready now than he was just a few weeks ago.
But... we're having dinner.
Tonight.
In half an hour.
Because I have the willpower of an 8 year old.
And because... I miss him too.
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