Try to be a father

The next morning, I’m not in a hurry to go to work. I decide to participate in getting Jared ready for school. I wake up to him, humming a random tune and playing with my hair.

“Good morning buddy!” I greet him, earning a shy ‘morning Daddy!’ back. “Did you sleep good?’ I ask him, grabbing him and placing him on my lap. I lightly tickle him tummy, eliciting giggles from him. He takes a few over exaggerated breaths to calm down, before flashing his milk teeth at me and answering my question.

“I slept the best, Dad! because you were here and mommy’s coming back!” he exclaims. Ah! How could I forget the events of the past hours.

I give him a big smile. “Of course! Mommy’s gonna meet you soon, big guy!” I tell him trying as much as possible to match his enthusiasm this early in the morning. I swear, kids are the strangest creatures.

I go to move him off my lap so we can get ready for the day ahead, however, the thinking look on his face stops me.

“What’s running through that little h