A record of my adventures as a human, motorcyclist, and father.
Saturday, September 8, 2012
One afternoon, Getting onto his red tricycle, Enzo said: "Bye bye Papi. I'm going for a ride. I'm going to the beach. I love you bye bye."
This morning, talking to his dog Monte when playing in the living room early in the morning while I tried so hard to feel, as close as possible, as though I was still asleep, my eyes squeezed shut on the couch and wrapped in a blanket, Enzo said: "Throw the circle Monte!" [pause of three seconds] [then in a defeated voice...] "Ahhh, you don't have hands Monte....."