Communication Will Always Find a Way

I left this apartment this morning before Oliver woke up – he’s still getting used to European time and was up until 11:00 p.m. last night – and so when he woke up I wasn’t there.

He obviously needed to tell me something, and, absent his own mobile phone or a way of coming to visit me on his own, he routed his feedback into the only mechanism he had available: comments on this-here blog.

I suppose I need to prepare myself for his teenage years when his comments will no longer be plaintive “come on dad you left me here with mom without you” but rather more “I hate you and everything you represent and this blog is stupid.”

I will enjoy the “at daylight I am writing on your side of the screen” while I can.