Ed note: Andy gave me full permission to write this post.
A couple weeks ago we were all on the couch. I was reading picture books out loud, to the kids. Andy found a marble in the couch, while I was reading. And for whatever reason he thought it would be funny to secretly put the marble inside his belly button and then surprise the kids with the fact that he had a marble stuck there once I finished the story.
Except, he fell asleep.
Fast forward several hours later. Andy’s doing our weekly grocery shopping trip, late at night, after the kids are in bed. He’s in the produce section when he notices something hard in his belly button.
It’s the marble.
I’m still laughing.
“My father didn’t tell me how to live; he lived, and let me watch him do it.” —Clarence B. Kelland