Nearing bedtime.  They’re all slowing.

Just back from Cravin’s, their favorite and only preferred candy store.

Me reheating one of Ms. Nichole’s chocolate chip cookies for Henry but total fathering fail, him getting chocolate all over his face and hands and shirt, and in hair.  

Think I got most of it, but Jesus….

Again, totally my fail.

Sparkling water after handful of sour gummy bears.  I too, slowing.  Watching Henry play wont his cars, then sip his water.  He calls it, simply, “Ice!”.  Not saying water, just ICE.

He turns around to sit next to me, leans.  He’s nearly retired.