The Q-View

Dom Day today.

Driving through fog as thick as the Phillies’ New Wave Metric Thinking—but that is for another post.

Dom was raring to go this morning. Did not even want to get out of his pajama bottoms, so that’s how we went. And Paw Patrol sneakers and a T-shirt. And sunglasses.

Two streets from home he wanted to go back and get his gloves, but I talked him out of that.

Phew.

We recapped Easter Sunday at my sister’s where Dom and my nephew’s son, Andrew, participated in an Easter Egg hunt and then spent the rest of the afternoon protecting the backyard against “aliens” played by a rotating cast of adults who got pummeled with plastic weapons for their troubles.

“Did you like the Easter Egg hunt?” I asked Dom this morning.

“I got a dollar,” he informed me.

“Nice.”

For most of the ride, Dom was in active dialogue with imaginary superheroes. At Dom’s request, I did put in a cameo as an alien, reaching back when I was stopped at lights so Dom could fend me off with a kick or two.

“I can’t see my school,” Dom said when we turned into the Montco parking lot.

The “speed boosts” tipped him off that we had arrived on campus.

Dom asked for a pretzel rod when we got out of the car. Except I had to carry it. He would come up to me when he wanted a bite.

Today, we bustled in without hesitation. Dom threw his coat into his bin, finished the pretzel, and went to the sink to wash up.

I picked up a Dr. Seuss book from one of the tables.

“I used to read that book,” said Grace, a precocious young lady, who had followed us to the sink.

“Did you like it?” I asked.

“Yes, but I outgrew it,” she told me.

Oh.

“Today’s not pajama day,” Grace informed Dom, pointing at his red and black bottoms.

Dom shrugged.

“My sneakers are the best,” Dom proclaimed doing a split.

“My shoes are the best,” Grace said, placing her foot next to Dom’s.

“They’re nice shoes,” I told Grace.

“They’re peach. Pinkish peach,” she informed me.

I don’t think Dom knew what to make of Grace. She certainly cracked me up.

“You have a good day,” I said pointing to Dom, as I began to take my leave.

“And you have a good day,” I said pointing to Grace.

They resumed their shoe comparison as I headed out the door.