The Rock

When I picked my dear, little Junior up from daycare today he had something to show me. He had a rock. It was in his pocket and vey special to him.
We went home and the rock sat beside his plate at dinner. then it played with Karina with him, then of course it got fought over. Karina wanted it for no other reason than because Junior had it. I didn't think she was old enough for that yet, but alas.
The rock came to bed also, but it got lost while preparing for sleep. About an hour into the bed time routine, long after he should have been sleeping, Junior was still concerned over his missing rock. He eventually fell asleep without it. After I did some homework I looked for it. it was in the pocket of his jeans, not really lost at all.

It is a plain little rock. small, brownish grey and rough. I'm not sure what he sees in it but he sees something special about it. I look forward to his joy in the morning when I give it to him and he realizes it is not lost anymore.

I've not caught up

Obviously right? Since my last post was way back in the begining of March I really have nothing to say for myself. I am having a relativly easy quarter so I guess I should get back to it. My computer does not work, but my dad has a new fancy one I can use.