O’s homework for Monday was to bring something to his second grade class that was meaningful to him. We talked about it as we walked back to the car after a soccer game.

“Well,” he said,” I could bring my new skeleton warrior. Um...because its a toy I’ve only had for three days.”

“I think your teacher is thinking more along the lines of something else,” I said, “To be special, it has to be different than anything else. It has to be something that, well, if you were to lose it somehow, you would be really sad.”

O thought for a moment and then said,”Well then, why don’t you just come with me to class.”

Every dad has his day, or at least his moment. This past weekend, I got mine.

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