Nick and Jordan have a kind of elaborate and constantly evolving morning routine.
After J drinks his milk, Nick hoists him up onto his shoulders and they head out for their start of the day explorations.
They say hello to the homeless guys a couple blocks away. They go to the park and play on the slide. They stop and pet the dogs they know. They walk into Starbucks because J likes how it smells. Plus there are always a lot of interesting people to see.
They used to sit in the grass and bang on the fence of the apartment building down the road, but J is past that now.
That fence is so last week.
Nick knows the names of people's dogs, but not necessarily the owners' names. It's the same for others - everyone knows Jordan's name. He strolls around on the shoulders of his enormous father. When I'm along, I'm the entourage.
We'll be walking down the street and Nick will say, "Blue!"
And this little pug will be all waggy. Blue's owner will say, "Hi, Jordan!" And Jordan will be all squealy.
So this weekend I was heading to CVS. When all of a sudden I saw a man waving wildly at me - one of the neighborhood homeless guys.
"Jordan's mommy! Hey! Jordan's mommy!"