When I picked up The Rooster from school all of The Mayor’s friends crowded around me.
“Where’s The Mayor? Where’s The Mayor?” they chirped.
I told them that he broke his arm and had to stay home for a little while.
“Tell him I am missing him!” one shouted.
“Me too! I am missing him, too!” another joined.
The next thing I knew I was waist deep in a sea of munchkins who were all shouting,
“I am missing The Mayor! No, I am! NO, ME!!”
It was kind of awesome!
This morning The Mayor came to school with me to drop off Rooster but he was feeling too protective of his arm to stay.
Taylor, a curly-haired classmate ran up to him yelling,
“MAYOR!!! DID YOUR MOMMY TELL YOU HOW MUCH WE MISSED YOU?!!”
Finally, in a burst of morning tenderness, K knelt down in front of The Mayor, moved in close and said,
“Mayor, you have been so brave. I am so proud of you and I love you so much.”
In response, The Mayor said,
“YUCK, DADDY! I. DON'T. LIKE. YOUR. BREATH.”
Which is, of course, the most awesome!