They are playfully roughhousing and trying to impress those around them as usual. We say good morning.
Randy leans toward me and says, "Hey, do you want to know a secret?"
This is a dangerous question at the junior high level.
"I'm not sure," I say. "Do I?"
"Oh, yeah." He stage whispers. "My shirt glows in the dark." A discussion about Hypercolor shirts from my time in junior high ensues.
In that moment, I know that Tuesday is going to be better than Monday.