I want for my sons comfortable enough with their relationship to skip the awkward formalities a long time of being apart sometimes brings.
Thinking back to my days as a single man in Las Vegas — the drinking, the gambling, the late nights — I realize that raising children and living the life of a gambler really isn’t all that different.
I got to spend the day with two toddlers who love me very much. Just the extra second or two of a hug from either one of them put me into an orbit,
I know that you mean well and are just trying to make conversation, but do I look like I have time talk while I’m dealing with these two kids?