embarrassing you.”
“I know.”
That was perhaps the biggest difference between our old relationship and the new one.
We stopped trying to determine who had suffered more.
Pain was not an accounting exercise.
By October, the twins had started calling me Daddy consistently.
The first time Luke did it in public, I nearly turned around to see who he meant.
We were in a grocery store.
He sat in the cart holding cereal.
“Daddy, can we get the dinosaur one?”
I stared at him.
“What?”
“The cereal.”
“You called me
