I have no picture to support this post...but personally I think the visual interpretations are far better.
So Blake left out of town this morning - early. Too early to wake up, loud enough leaving for Clayton to get out of bed and find his way to the kitchen (6:30 am). By 7:00, as I'm waking up I hear Clayton in the kitchen kinda talking and singing to himself. I peek around the corner and find him at the kitchen table. In one hand, a spoon to feed himself cottage cheese right out of the container, in the other, chocolate cookies the HT's brought by last night with their message.
What would you do? The look on Clayton's face at that moment was unforgettable, a look of pure indulgence, secrecy, and fear all in one expression. I couldn't do anything else but sweep him up in my arms and kiss his chocolate crumbly face and be grateful there are eggs and milk in chocolate cookies! Thank you Bill Cosby.
14 years ago



