A neighbor stops me this morning to tell me he just became a father. I say congratulations. Then I ask how it feels to be a dad.
“It’s crazy,” he says. “My world got rocked. You know — ROCKED.”
Then he holds up a pint glass with a swallow of iced coffee left.
“I spilled my coffee this morning,” he says. “That’s never happened before, so life is crazy now. You know what I mean?”
I nod even though I’m not really sure what he means. Mostly, I’m thinking that if he’s using a lidless glass as his travel mug, then a sippy cup is really going to rock his world.