I drive away from the suburbs and right into downtown early on Monday mornings to pick up my Muffin. He's usually still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, and sometimes dressed in pjs, but he greets me by running down his dad's front porch and giving me a full body bear hug. He usually gives me a few sentences about his weekend and then grins as he says "goodbye Daddy-bootie," which is his new favorite hobby- adding "bootie" onto the end of any sentence.
I love that he's getting old enough to actually like some of my hobbies. Monday mornings we have our downtown coffee date. He's a muffin connoisseur and I need my caffeine after working very long and very late hours at the group home over the weekend.
He tends to be his chattiest first thing in the morning anyway. He looks at the windows and quickly classifies any bystanders as good guys or bad guys. He plans a walk around the block once we are finished. "We'll defeat them Mom," he tells me, "we are bigger and faster and I'm Iron Man and you are Pepper Pots. Pepper Pots likes coffee, and Tony Stark."