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

back at Marcus, then at me, like the answer should be obvious.

“What caterpillars?”

Noah frowned like I was asking the strangest question in the world.

“The caterpillars he brought me.”

Nobody spoke.

“What?” I glanced at Marcus.

Noah smiled. “The gummy ones. They were green and yellow. He said they looked like fuzzy caterpillars.continue reading …