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I managed to grab The Boy a bit earlier than usual today (by a whole 15 minutes! Note to self: pick a better route home). After a day full of broken computers and requests to camp out in Northbrook to oversee a new project (not the most exciting gig, but a break from the insanity/stupidity in River North will do me some good), seeing that lil' Buckley smirk was quite a relief. Following dinner, Liam and I played some miniature golf (glow-in-the-dark at that). Halfway in, Liam said something along the lines of "I must be the worst mini golfer in the world". The second I turned to face him, he started to well up. The irony was not lost on me as I told my son he was being too hard on himself.