Tuesday June 28, 2005
Cedar Hills neighborhood
“Goooood morning, sunshine!”
Boyd shot up in bed, his blond hair a mass of tangles and fluff. His golden eyes were wide, turning to the door even as his little Batman pajama shirt fell partially off his shoulder. Cedrick grinned and took great hopping strides into the room, all the way to the bed.
“How’s my favorite son today? Did you sleep well?”
Boyd rubbed at his eyes and frowned. “What are you doing, daddy?”
Cedrick threw himself onto the bed, looping his arms around Boyd and dragging him down with him. He hugged him close, rolling back and forth while Boyd let out a startled huff.
“Guess what I did already today, Boyd? Can you guess?”
“You didn’t even try!”
Boyd giggled as Cedrick shifted to ruffling his hair. “I don’t know!”
“Well, if you aren’t even going to guess I’ll just tell you. I called in sick for you and me.”
Boyd twisted around to look at Cedrick, amber eyes large and confused. “Why? I’m not sick. Are you?”
Cedrick had already run through his mind how he would handle this today, so he smiled and said, “No, but you do well in school and that should be rewarded. I’m instating a new system, where if you do super well, we’ll get to play hooky sometimes and go around together doing all the fun things we want. Besides,” he added, “this is just the summer academy right now. They won’t mind if you take one day off.”
Boyd frowned but it was more thoughtful than anything. “Then what are we doing today?”
“You’ll see!” Cedrick sat up and pulled Boyd along with him, absently smoothing down his hair. “Okay, get ready, buddy. I can help you with your hair. Do you want help with your clothes?”
“No.” Boyd scrunched up his face.
He had liked choosing his own clothes for a while now, preferring not to be treated like a little kid. Cedrick thought it was adorable, but didn’t say anything because Boyd Would Not Appreciate That.