Joey and I are at McDonald’s. School’s out for the day and his basketball practice doesn’t start for another hour so I made use of a buy one get one free coupon and brought two fish sandwiches to our table.
I’d take him somewhere besides McDees if I had more money. I’d fix him a home made healthy snack if I had a home.
“It’s okay,” he says. “I’ll burn it all off at practice.”
And I bet he will. Coz he’s all in when it comes to his game. He’s all in. He’s there to play. He says, “I’m not there to be the star. My job is to asist, defend our goal and get the rebound.”
And he does. Most of the time.
Still, he is but twelve years old and the first hints of his transition to thirteen are making their appearance.
His voice cracks, his moods swing and his baby fat has all but disappeared.
His humor has matured and his wit is quick, natural and good natured.
Still, he is kid enough to want to hang out. And he is not yet too embarrassed to hug me and say, “I love you.”
He and I have a good time and I am treasuring every moment of this year coz, once he’s a teenager, a lot of things are gonna change.
How do I know? I know coz it seems to be what happens for almost everybody. That’s the way it happened for me.
It’s the natural course of things.
joefingas 
Sometimes the natural course of things is the course that is most difficult to follow. My boys just turned thirteen.
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