Let me preface this by saying I am not a morning person. I need a certain amount of time and coffee from waking up to being able to hold a conversation or deal with much in the way of noise. This morning I was particularly zonked. I over slept and knew I had very little time for coffee and quite. So I said good morning to everyone (that may have been my first mistake) then tried to sneak down the steps. 2 steps down I felt a shadow, I look back and Joshua was right behind me.
So I asked him, Josh were are you going. And he of course says I want to make your coffee and be with you. Now normally my heart melting would win out over my intense desire for quiet and alone time. Not so much today. I said it as gently as I could but I told him I needed to make my own coffee today and have some alone time. He looked up at me with, well my eyes, but they were sad and puppy dogish, and murmured OK. It was *almost* enough to get me to turn back around and let him come with me. Almost, hence the father of the year award. I suck!
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