We should call my son Adonis...

I'm seriously considering changing Tiger's Eye's moniker. It should be Adonis.

Adonis is a good-looking guy. He wears glasses, but he's a cutie. It just amazes me that he's not drop-dead gorgeous, yet, everywhere we go, the ladies gravitate to him.

Tonight it was Moto Mart. I had to go play with the soda machine with the fancy buttons. It's now a compulsion. She was about 5'6", slender yet curvy, her skin reminiscent of Dove dark chocolate and her hair in soft curls with strips of red.

She didn't corner him; she asked, benignly, if he had an older brother named Patrick. An obvious farce, I might add, since her father, who was there, rolled his eyes. Interestingly, the father kept going back for another purchase, shooing us ahead in line, giving his daughter more time to converse. She spoke to the cashier, very loudly, claiming her job was going well and her place of employment was a fast-food restaurant with multiple locations, but she made sure to specify which one.

It's so gratifying to know that Adonis radiates charm like that, just a good, clean kid with a nice, pleasant face, huge blueberry eyes showcased by wire frames.

More amazing yet, it didn't even fluster him to where he left the 12-pack on top of the car again.

ManCub is notorious for "forgetting" homework. I received a call and e-mail from his English teacher. So enthusiastic was my conversation with him that he finished all his back work, and fast. He also is notorious for not reading instructions...and finished 25 journal entries, when he only needed 4 (four/quatro). Heh heh. Lesson learned? I doubt it, but I find it poetically just.

KitKat has yet another completed project that her teacher wishes to keep and model. I'm making a web page for it. It's really quite lovely and such an ego booster for her. She's driven, as always, and I'm quite proud. I will post that lovely project when I can.