Sometimes in the morning, if Tollie goes back to sleep and Andy goes off to work, Tucker and I share "coffee." We sit benext to each other at the counter. He talks. With wide eyes and an inclined body, as if every word he says deserves a physical exclamation point, he talks. And I listen. I try to pay attention like I’ve never paid attention before, taking simultaneous sips of liquid caffeine and of little boy energy.