You will all laugh, I'm sure, but I never realized that Master was with equivalent of Miss in terms of addressing something to a young boy until my son, Master J (aka JEH, bugaboo, kiddo, and J Man) was born. I guess I never thought about it. I was never a boy and he was my first son, so it just never came up. While I'm on the subject, I was about 21 when I realized why a U-Haul is so named. LOL. It's sort of surprising, given my affininty for word play, that I didn't pick up on that sooner.
Getting back to Master J. He's the light of my life. He's the cause of my gray hairs. He makes me laugh like you wouldn't believe. He's brought a few wrinkles to my forehead. But, most of all, being around him,warms me from the inside out.
This morning, on the one mile car ride from our house to school, he said "Friday is the best day because there isn't any homework." After a brief pause, he added "And, Saturday is the best day for a kid, because there's no work to do." Amen, kiddo. Amen.
Every morning the past week or so, he's run into my room asking for me to look up the basketball scores (currently the NBA playoffs). His reactions of excitement "Yessss!!!!" (said while pumping his fist in the air) surprise when the underdog wins (What, really?)or disappointment (Oh, man)bring a smile to my face from the sheer enthusiasm he brings to his newfound interest.