At my wife’s birthday party, my son suddenly pointed at her boss and shouted, “Daddy, that’s the man with the caterpillars.”

across the carpet.

He froze mid-bite when he saw Marcus.

His sticky finger rose as he came closer.

The conversations around the table kept flowing, oblivious.

Then he stopped beside me, pointed straight at Marcus, and said it.

“Daddy, that’s the man with the caterpillars.”

Marcus’s wine glass paused halfway to his mouth.

Amber went very still beside him.

“Daddy,continue reading …