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.
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 tongue1 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.
this was an actual topic of conversation