Saturday morning is always the same. Up at 8. Brew coffee, shower, drink coffee, get dressed and pick up Sterling from his mother's house at 10am sharp.
He asks me the same three questions once we get in the car.
1. How has your week been?
2. How are you today?
3. Did you fire anyone at work? (This one is his favorite.)
This past Saturday, when we got home, he had a surprise for me.
"You know why I like our house so much better, dad? It's because there's laughter. They don't laugh at mom's house." He said.
Last Saturday was much better than all the others.
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