Another day in paradise

My alarm goes off at 6:10AM every school day. On a good day Buster will be in the shower and I knock on the door indicating the time. He holler's, "I'll be out in 5" when we both know he'll be in the for another 15 minutes. I go to the kitchen and make his lunch. This morning with only 3 hours of sleep I try and think of what to write on his napkin. This is what I came up with.



This was a line from my old street act. "I know what you're probably thinking. . . this guy has no act. . . well your right, I've asked you all here today to talk about. . . . Amway products." Always got a laugh, maybe I should resurrect that joke.



Julie joked the other day about the blog geeks out there who tell you what they had for breakfast. At least I include a picture. The time 6:27AM Buster's breakfast is on the table. Note how I put a plate over his bowl of scrambled eggs to keep them hot. The boy has been known to drag his ass.



I see signs in him that the magic bug has bitten him. I always hoped that this day would come, but never wanted to push him. At the last session he shared with the guys "The Hammon Twist" a delightful little routine I had taught him last week and that he had been practicing diligently. He used to do a street act of his own as a 9 and 10 year old; but then he found religion in Pokemon cards. Well he's using poker sized bikes these days. As he gathered his things for school he made sure he had two decks of cards. Shades of my own misspent youth. Makes a father proud