Charlie played a little riff on the guitar for me this morning while we were waiting for Gigi to finish getting ready for school. It was very pleasant and in total contrast to the caustic teenage banter I had suffered through earlier during the high school “0 Period” drop-off.
Cassie: That’s nice.
Charlie The Kid: It’s a bit of a classical composition I’ve been working on.
Cassie: Hmmm. Please play that for me every morning.
Charlie The Kid: No can do. You just have to take these little gifts whenever they come. I can’t control it. There are no guarantees in life.
(Charlie The Kid becomes Charlie The Wise.)