Luca held my left hand while Anna held my right . We were making our way through the mall looking for something to eat we could all agree on.
In one ear I hear Luca chatting.
The other ear was getting a work out from Anna.
“DAD! Nintendo. Pizza. DAD! Pants. Game. DAD! Pink. Candy”
It all starts to blend together.
But then we get to a section where the area is clear. No shoppers, strollers or kiosks selling blinking phone accessories.
That’s when I feel both my arms yanked forward in a violent motion.
“Skip with us, Dad! Come on!”
So the three of us skipped hand-in-hand through the mall last night.
That’s how I’d like to remember it anyway. Because if anyone saw us it probably looked like an an out-of-shape dad getting dragged through the food court by two cute little girls.