For twenty-two minutes this morning, I was eleven-years-old again. My cousin and his wife, who are visiting, made us Cap'n Crunch french toast for breakfast. In an effort to corral their bustling, nearly three-year-old son I opened YouTube and asked him to sit down and watch an '80s Transformers episode with me. The combination of eating that most brilliant concoction and watching A Decepticon Raider in King Arthur's Court transported me back to the distant past much like Starscream and company in that very episode. Who would have known that their visit marked the beginning of a new Saturday morning tradition?
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