By Jan Monroe
"Blair, how did your Mom put up with you?" Jim asked as he plopped frozen peas on Blair's swollen wrist.
"Naomi wanted me to be independent. She made me get my own peas." Blair smiled. "Granny Myrtle used to kiss it and make it better."
Jim smiled slightly and laughed, "You are no longer 6 years old. I refuse to kiss your wrist"
"But it made it feel better!" Blair protested.
"It's in your head, Chief," Jim commented. He loved Blair like a brother and there were times when Blair acted just like a really little kid and baby brother.
Blair couldn't keep it in any longer, he started laughing. He had wondered if Jim was going to buy into this.
He knew that this joke could go either way, a slap to the back of the head or a glass of ice water down his back. Kissing a man was just not on either of their agenda.
Blair was pleasantly surprised, Jim made him a hot fudge sundae. "This is Sally's cure all. You'll have to be happy with this."
Blair clumsily picked up the spoon with his left hand and carefully took a bite.
Jim watched him as he struggled and spill his treat. Jim sighed, and took the spoon away from him. "Remember, Chief, I haven't feed anyone since 1969."
Jim fed him the rest of the ice cream carefully. Trying not to make Blair look like the kid he had been joking about.
Jim jumped up and grabbed the camera that was setting on top of the fridge and snapped away as Blair sat there with his face and shirt covered with ice cream.Jim knew that he needed a picture of this if Naomi was going to believe this. Her very adult son, looking for all the world like a 6 year old.
The End