Good Morning Boy

While playing on the roof on Sunday, my 3 year old neighbor across the street couldn’t help but scream and wave, “Good Morning!” at me, once every thirty to forty seconds. After we finished playing, I walked over to his house and gave him a small ball to play with. After about five minutes of playing catch, we had a crowd of at least ten other children to join us, and my little friend couldn’t have been more excited when I told him that the ball was his to keep.