Things that make you go "awwww…"

From Deacon Greg, from whom I shamelessly crib the photo.

“St. Bernard and German Shepherd” (from PackerBronco)

And Buster in a Fez, about a million years ago. Why? Because he calls me from school at 2AM (he knows I’m reacquainting with my old friend, insomnia) and announces, among other things, that he is walking the campus enjoying a cigar, and wearing an anti-Che tee shirt and a fez.

“Where’d you get the fez?” I asked.

“A friend was wearing it and I took it off him.”

It sometimes amazes me that Buster has friends.

“You just took it? You shouldn’t steal fezes.”

“Yeah. He knows I’ll give it back. It’s been a long time since I wore a fez, and I’m liking it.”

My children are ever-eccentric. Elder Son once wore a fez to the sixth grade. Picked up at Epcot, of course. Buster – about age 6, here, appears not to have lost the taste for them, either. And who’d have thought it? He has friends who wear fezes. I feel very old and boring.