Yesterday Grant slipped on a stair and got scared. Bob was with him, and he scooped him up because Grant was crying, and then I took over to cuddle my littlest guy. Grant was wailing and burying his face in my shoulder, and Bob hovered nearby talking with me and eating a cookie. Grant raised his head, tears fresh on his cheeks, leaned over, grabbed a handful of Bob’s cookie, stuffed it in his mouth, and glared at us while munching. Then he cuddled again and all was right with the world. So it’s true, you do live on through your children.