Answering the call

Of all the things that I've been called in my life -- some good, others from the gutter -- the best of all is being called Daddy.

Rather than writing about hounding the Hurricanes tomorrow, I've spent the better part of the day, at least in the hours I've been awake before heading off to work, tending to a little boy who's spending his second-straight day at home feeling under the weather.

And after making breakfast (Hot Fudge Sundae Pop-Tarts and milk) and lunch (crunchy peanut butter on a rice cake and juice), administering the proper dosages of cold medicine, cough syrup, honey and some hugs, as well as drawing at least a dozen airplanes, it's the best job I have.