Jude and I met up with Tamara’s class at the park for their field trip today. There was lots of fun stuff going on. I got to help do face painting with Tamara, there was a water balloon fight that culminated with Tamara getting slooshed in the head with a big, juicy water balloon, and there were popsicles. When Jude got his big, blue, two-stick popsicle he was so excited. He turned to me and said, “It has two sticks daddy, so I can share my blue popsicle with you!”

I actually didn’t want a popsicle and almost, ALMOST, said, “no thanks”. But then my daddy brain kicked back in and I realized that my boy’s first instinct wasn’t to horde his popsicle, my boy’s first instinct was to share this great, neon confection. So I dove in and enjoyed my half of the syrupy blue icy-ness for all it was worth.

Jude, may you always share, may you always think of others, and may that instinct bring you happiness and bring happiness to those who orbit you. Thank you for the blue popsicle; it was so good.


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