En famille

Each morning a conversation takes place between my two males that I listen to, often, it takes place in the next room but today it was in the bed beside me over the head of a free range guinea pig between the lot of us. Lately the exchange is a recap on events of The Game or The Match and information related to injuries, speculation and adjudication. (In other words the late breaking news of yester-eve).

Today for emphasis my son addressed his dad as “Dude, blah blah blah” It was very touching.

I enjoy these daily exchanges (and sometime heckle them to little effect) the same way I enjoy the weather forecast and boiling the kettle. They are the markers of my day. The morning exchange indicates the day has begun. The boyos have woken and onward we all trek.