Drink him in

Sometimes in the morning, if Tollie goes back to sleep and Andy goes off to work, Tucker and I share "coffee." We sit benext to each other at the counter.  He talks.  With wide eyes and an inclined body, as if every word he says deserves a physical exclamation point, he talks.  And I listen.  I try to pay attention like I’ve never paid attention before, taking simultaneous sips of liquid caffeine and of little boy energy. 

 

JEB