Sunday Morning, 8:13am:
Will and I are woken up by the sounds of Daisy's tags jingling while she furious scratches under her chin. He looks at the clock, then at me.
You wanna walk and get bagels? he asks.
Sure. I stretch and yawn.
I just gotta take a shower first, he tells me.
You can't wait 'til after we get back?
Nah, I feel gross. I didn't shower yesterday.
I turn to him.
You didn't shower yesterday?
Nope.
But last night I put your---
I washed that!
Oh, you did, did you? I regard him with what I hope is extreme skepticism, but it's early and I may just look charmingly homeless.
I swear, he insists. I washed that up before we went to bed. Y'know, just in case.
Uh-huh.
I can't have you putting dirty junk in your mouth!
You're a regular boy scout, I tell him. And you're paying for bagels.
