jonathan butz

I love the sound of bedtime stories echoing upstairs.

Sarah and I were watching ‘Parenthood’, sympathizing with the divorced mother struggling to keep her two kids on track.

She grabbed me, suddenly serious and said, “Let’s not do that…for her,” gesturing toward Karen.

While we were talking, Karen had climbed up on the end table by way of a chair and was sitting in front of the lamp, the shade tipped up and framing her head.

She smiled ear to ear and laughed when she saw Sarah and me looking at her together.

I became a dad in a single moment, but thank goodness I do not yet need to explain what boys really want.