becoming like a child

“Dad, should I wear my mustache?” My son asked me this the morning of his sixth birthday before we headed out for breakfast. Of all the gifts my wife planned, the variety pack of mustaches had been a last-second impulse purchase at the check-out. “I don’t see why not,” I replied. “I bet people will think it’s real!” he added. So we headed to the diner, where a handful of older men, either alone or with a friend, start their days with the paper and conversation. My son was excited… Continue reading becoming like a child