She made him in about 25 seconds.
I was getting breakfast at a hotel in Woodbrige, Virginia with Daniel at my side when an older woman came up to me and said, “You've got a busy guy there.”
I glanced over at my son, who was making pyramids out of the mini-cereal boxes and smiled. “I definitely do.”
“My grandson was just like that,” the other woman assured me. “And now he's on the national speedskating team. He kicked butt at his last competion.”
“That's great!” I said and meant it. I love these kinds of stories.
“So you, see,” the woman added. “It all works out in the end. His name is John-Henry,” she said proudly.
I promised to look him up, and I did. She wasn't kidding. He is kicking speedskating butt and things really have worked out that formerly “busy boy.”