Double Take

I was at the mirror in the bathroom this morning, about to dry my hair. I did not look at my son when he walked into the room. Mentally I was still in my bed fast asleep.

"Mama, I got your balls here," Zane said.

It took a couple of seconds for those words to compute, my face to register "Huh?" then a couple more seconds for me to turn in his direction.

Zane was holding a bag of colorful plastic balls from his toy box. He smiled at me as he held out the bag.

It was at that moment that I decided that I needed a cup of coffee.