Another bits of life.
Last week, after all the hustle and bustle of the afternoon, as I was trying to relax in the family room at around 9 p.m., Zach called me and asked if I could get him milk.
I told him, “why don’t you come here and we’re going downstairs to pick up your milk and vitamins.”
Without hesitation and to my surprise, he said, “Daddy, that is your job!”
Thank you for outlining my job.
