Good times

It’s in the low 60s and the kid in back is a little hyper from an hour of running, leaping and kicking. What better time to roll down the windows and sing Feliz Navidad (complete with musical flourishes in between lines) at the top of your lungs as you drive through the neighborhood.

Some might call this behavior a touch unstable. I prefer to think of it as loving being a parent.

Give the gift of words.