
Although he looks like he’d rather be anyplace but here, his hand was actually the first one that shot up when the teacher asked who would like to run for king. Five years later, he is taller than his mom… and almost as tall as I am. Sweet Oscar. Wonder what he’d think of those blue satin knee pants now???

Here is a picture taken two days ago. It is of Oscar, his dad Pablo, his mom Yolanda, sister Yoli and me, aboard the pontoon boat Batur for a fundraising concert to send a San Juan Cosala girl to music camp in Huntsville, Alabama. First time anyone in the family had been on the lake, in spite of the fact that they were all born here. Yoli was thrilled! More photos to follow. I look frazzled. I was! Oscar has changed from being a frog prince to a bat man!













