And as I did my damnedest to get us out of the house on time, somehow I squeezed in a moment where I acquiesced to Diego’s repeated requests and chopped off a huge slice of watermelon for him to munch on. It’s safe to say he arrived at school with a good amount of watermelon juice on his shirt and coat, but you know what he also had? A really damn big smile. And for me, that means I am doing this all A-OK.
