May 4, 2006
200 Words About My Son
(Or: "It Was Twenty Years Ago Today  ...  The Finale.")









No one is answering the phone in TicTac.


I've waited until I get to the office to call, thinking that the annual Happy Birthday wake-up call might be less annoying at 8:40 a.m. than at 6:01 a.m., but there is no answer.  Instead, it rings several times, then goes to machine.

"Please leave your message at the tone," says the Generic Automated Operator.

On any other day of the year, my "message" would probably be something along the lines of Hi just calling to say hello how're things how's school how's your dad have we heard from Kacie do you need money give me a call when you've got a minute I love you.  But this is a special day -- a once-a-year kind of day -- requiring a special, once-a-year kind of message. So I wait patiently for the *beep*  ...  then, without a word of greeting, I set the telephone receiver on the desk, next to the laptop speakers, and hit "Play."

They say it's your birthday
It's my birthday too!
They say it's your birthday
We're gonna have a good time!
They say it's your birthday
Happy Birthday TO you!

And I hang up.




Memorable *Kyle* Entries
arrival
first haircut
son #only
the backpack
stranger in the house
snot and goo
sneaking up on me
birthday boy
i'm here if you need me




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