Talk about the 'world in a grain of sand'. Did Blake have a son?
We had occasion to have our son in the car with us when we had to stop and pick up a few groceries.
He doesn't live at home any more and we miss doing things for him.
Dad to son: This won't take long. If you need some groceries for yourself, I'll pay for them.
Son: OK dad. Cool!
Shopping starts. We grab cart, son grabs hand basket. I confer with husband over bananas and squash; son goes his own way.
We go down one aisle; we see son scooting down another, items accumulating in his basket.
Nearing the end now - our cart half full, son's basket full.
Dad peers into son's basket.
Dad: Hey that peanut butter's full of sugar. How about you put that back and get the natural one without all the added crap?
Son: Well dad, how about I pay for my own groceries and then I can get what I want?
A few seconds pass. I look at these two, who are really quite alike. Dad 50, and son 21. Both kind, reasonable men.
They look at each other. No antagonism - just measuring, assessing. Looking.
Eternity in an hour.
Dad: Well, how about you get what you want, and I'll still pay for it?
Son: (Smiling) OK dad. Let's go then.
Me: *smiling*. We go.