To Be Like Daddy

DADDY: You came up to me at home with your shoulder bag packed and a smile on your face. "I'm going to play basketball and then go to writing group," you said. You opened your bag to show me its contents: a mini basketball from the Target $1 bin and your Sesame Street ABC tracing book. "It's my writing book. Like you." I love how you long to be like me. It's the highest honor and responsibility and oh, so stinking cute.