Hoping, Waiting, Wishing

Look into her eyes.


Look at her pout, her raised eyebrows, her expectant cock of the head.


She is silently pleading, waiting for me to tell her that it is okay, that she can go swimming before her class starts.

Testing the Water

And up until the moment that the lifeguard blew the whistle and told her no, I was going to let her, because I can't stand it when she looks at me with those eyes.

1 comment:

  1. Just say no to the batting of the eyelashes! If you don't do it now...she will walk all over you at the beach house! LOL. That's what Nana and Pop-Pop are for ;)