Me (to four year-old son): Briggs, do you really want to go to Kindergarten in the fall?
Briggs (while still playing living room hockey): Of course I do.
Me: I thought maybe you could go back to being two or something?
Briggs: Nope, going to be five. Going to Kindergarten – ah, no, Montreal skates away – it’s the Winter Classic. Bruins get the puck back. He shoots, he – wait, pee brake for the Winter Classic.
As he runs to the bathroom, I call out:
Who do you think will be your favorite people in Kindergarten?
Briggs: You and Dad of course. You’re my family. You’re always my favorite. Even in Kindergarten.
A moment to live in, love a lot, and let go of.