One day it won’t be as strong.
It was after dinner and I went outside and sat in the lounge chair to relax because it was a nice evening. And to polish off one of the last ice cream sandwiches from our sale a few weeks back.
Photo by Museum of New Zealand Te Papa Tongarewa on Unsplash
And right on my heels was my child.
You see, I am the chosen one. It’s not that she doesn’t go to mommy and when the two are alone they’re a great team. But if there’s a choice between the two of us - I am the man.
“Hey Dad, can I sit on your lap?” she asked as she climbed up on me regardless and before I could answer.
We sat there for a good 15 minutes while she slurped and licked away on her little lemon popsicle and we discussed important topics like why you don’t lick cold things with your tongue 1 and other pressing issues in a six-year-old’s brain on a Monday evening.
She was sweaty, Sunkissed and in need of a good bath but right now she glued to my lap slurping and licking her lemon popsicle happily and I realized I had better capture this moment, because before I know it she’ll be too big for this and all the ice cream sandwiches will be gone.
Until Next Time,
TH and Co.
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this was an actual topic of conversation ↩