GUITAR DAD

I hadn't bothered to have lunch with my son at school lately, so decided today was as good a day as any to have at it. Just watching his face light up when he saw me waiting outside the cafeteria was more than worth the effort of leaving work, driving several miles and noshing on lunchroom provisions (in this case, a square of pizza, a small bowl of sliced cucumbers and chocolate milk).

Thankfully my 6-year-old boy still indulges my need for a succinct hug on such occasions, but when I half-jokingly asked today if I could give him a little kiss, he flatly rejected the notion. "No way, dad," he told me with a smile, scanning the room crowded with his kindergarten colleagues. That was cool with me, of course. I was a kid once, too, you know.

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