DADDY, I WANT TO HELP FIX THE TOILET

It was 10:30 at night and Conor had just gone to bed. I took the opportunity to fix the leaky toilet. When Conor saw me walk by with the tools, he popped up and said, "Dad, I want to help." I told him to go back to bed. He insisted on helping me. So I scooped him up as I heard my wife mumble, "Softy," and we went to work. His job was to hand me the tools and hold the flashlight. He did everything I asked him to do. It was amazing. "He's only two years old," I kept telling myself. He didn't act like a toddler, but like a son helping his dad. Wise beyond his years, I marveled at his self-discipline to hold that flashlight in one place instead of swirling it around trying to make his own light show. And how he would wait for his next request from me instead of trying to make waves in the toilet water. I felt especially close to my Conor tonight. He is my lucky charm!

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