My dad, Gale and my uncle Harvey visited today. After some backyard-time, we all went out to eat.
After an afternoon of witnessing Nate and I take turns doing Theo-laps around the restaurant; keeping sharp objects, projectiles, and liquid-filled containers out of Theo's reach; trying to get him to eat his food while simultaneosly trying to get him to stop eating ours while we attempt to sneak in a few bites, my uncle says this:
"It must be hard."
"What?," I ask.
"Being a parent."
Ah, that. Yes, it is. Fun but hard. I'm hungry a lot.