He’s in second grade
Think I’ve been to one silent dance party – where people dancing wear headphones to music by a DJ, but spectators generally don’t – in my life up until about a week ago.
Then I went to two within a week or so.
The first was when I went to the biergarten last week, which I didn’t know would be happening but my buddy Katrina did…
…and the second with another friend when we went to get burgers and beers around the way…
…and we ended up staying so long that it became yet another outdoor silent dance party – again, I didn’t know that this would be happening at all.
Or, rather, the food took so long that the whole thing became yet another outdoor silent dance party.
Think that’s the coolest thing about living in New York City, though; you can go out for one activity (dinner/drinks) and end up in a completely different activity (dancing/singing) with zero effort.
Check that: The weirdest/coolest thing about the night was that this fella walked up to me and asked, Excuse me, do you have a YouTube channel?
It was actually the second guy in two days to recognize me. I’ll tell you about the first one later.
Pretty flattering, I gotta say.
Her: (after) I think his friends were encouraging him to talk to you.
Me: That’s so funny.
Her: You’re a celebrity!
Me: (laughing) A D-list YouTube celebrity, but yes.
I’ve got a buncha smart devices all over our pad and, when the boy’s here, he generally wakes me up by saying, Papa, good morning! It’s time to wake up.
Well, one day when he was away, I woke up to that same sentence. (!?)
For a moment, I wonder if I’d somehow forgotten that I’d picked him up and leapt out of bed to see if he was in his room. He wasn’t.
It turns out that he figured out how to log into the family account on his tablet and made an announcement. From his grandparents’ home in NJ.
He’s definitely gonna be a handful as he gets older.
In any case, I picked him up for real last week and the pad is noticeably more joyous now.
He just started second grade. Isn’t that a kick in the head?
Him: Papa, good morning! It’s time to wake up.
Me: (groggily) Five more minutes…
Him: That’s what you always say!
Me: Because I always need five more minutes, kid.
Location: this morning, pancake brekkie with my favourite little human
Mood: tired, but oh so happy
Music: You’re my little piece of summertime (Spotify)
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