He remembered he has a mother

The other day, I was leaving my friend's house and I was doing a check to make sure I had everything.  It was the same check Alex and I do every morning before we leave the house.  "Got my glasses, got my phone, got my keys, got my purse," and then I had to stop myself because the final thing on the checklist is "got my kid."  It made me so sad.  It's just me being selfish because by his own report he's having a great time. I've been going out almost every night.  It's kept my mind off missing him so much.  He finally called me today at work.  He and my mom witnessed the end of a car chase with the police where the truck flipped over.  They took pictures of the guy being arrested.  I guess he called again while I was at lunch.  According to his last voicemail, he and Mama were at Walgreen's getting their pictures developed to sell to a reporter from the newspaper.  I called him back, but he didn't answer his phone and he doesn't have voicemail on his Migo.  I'm sure I'll hear all about it.   He'll be back in a week, no doubt full of homemade tortillas, funny stories and accompanying photos.  I can't wait to read his byline.