Scenes from My Morning

If you drive by my house right now, you will see a little boy standing on the front lawn. He is wearing fighter-jet pajamas, a size or so too big, and camo "crocs." He's waving goodbye to the school bus that's picking up the neighbors' kids, and getting ready to race the bus as far as the driveway next door, which is the limit of his "wander without an adult" range.