My son does not want to be a grown-up. Not yet, at any rate, and not for a long time, if he has anything to say about it.
This is what I’ve figured out about his current sullenness, his current hatred of anything to do with Colorado, much less school. Don’t even bother asking him what ought to happen to the Broncos today or tomorrow or whenever it is they play. Peter doesn’t care who wins, as long as Denver loses.
So that’s where we are now. I know where it has to end up. Buck does too. I suppose Peter also does. How we’ll get there, I don’t know.
white pebble 