To Be Offended is a Choice

My wife, Amanda, was called in to work a half-day and so I was Mr. Dad this morning. As my friends and I joke, it was my turn to “babysit” my own kid. We’re starting him early, but Andrew (2) loves the library.

So as I take him in through the doors all of the librarians smile and greet him by name. He walks around like he owns the place. I felt like I was watching Norm from Cheers. Nobody knows me, but he’s a rock star there.

As we were checking out the books, the sweet grandmotherly librarian called my son by name and proceeded to praise his wonderful book choices. We smile. It was such a precious moment. Then she sweetly turned back to him and said, “did we bring grandpa with us today?”

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