The backpack war is over, and Mom won. No Thing, but Superman, instead. Mr. Boy tried a last-ditch manuevar for Wolverine, presumably for the super hero’s shocking stileto-bladed fingers, but gave in more or less gracefully.
Basketball camp ended Friday, and there’s just one more week before first grade begins, because of the wretched early start in Texas. Time flies.
















Too bad the NBA changed its age for the draft or he could have been a Maverick or a Spur next year.
If talking is playing, he’s ready. Just a little too short.