Our weather has turned cool with a fairly stiff breeze. Nice.
On our ride to school this morning, Little Bit, all happy and filled with song, said, "Papa."
"I want you to promise me something." Uh-oh...
"Honey, it's hard for Papa to make a promise when I've yet to hear what you want me to promise."
She thinks about it for a moment or two. A few cars zoom pass. I count my usual morning flight of geese, 6, then she turns back to me and, "Papa, really, I promise to give you the biggest wet kisses, and I promise to hug you all hard as possible, and really, Papa, I won't forget to wave goodbye this morning if you'll only buy me a Caramel Hot Chocolate this morning at McDonald's."
I did as requested. She fulfilled her promises too.
I mean, whom among us could refuse big wet kisses from their grandchild....