A young, what I call, weekend Dad, is proudly strolling down the Avenue with his 2 year-old son toddling beside him, pushing a stroller with one hand, holding his tiny hand in the other, when he starts to violently cough…
one of those dry marathon coughs that just won’t quit.
His little man looks up with great concern, spinning into action.
I watch him go into his stroller, grab his bottle with two hands, handing it to Dad who accepts it with a glorious grin. He actually takes a swig or at least pretends to, causing his son to now grin like a pleased pumpkin.
Love, however it comes, whether it’s a dad that works hard during the week, a wee being propelled by instinct, or in a plastic Pinnochio bottle filled with juice…
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