Elf was a happy little boy, and he babbled earnestly while Theo walked up and down the sidewalk and hummed.
His humming wasn’t as off-key as his singing, and I could recognize the song from the early sixties—“Daddy’s Home.”
I couldn’t understand why he doubted his ability to be a good dad. He was going to be terrific.
Dad held out his hand and helped Jill from the van, and they both smiled as they watched my husband cradling his brother-in-law.
I rubbed Theo’s shoulder, then turned back to the van. Marti hopped out and skipped over to me. “This is gonna be so great!” she whispered.
“Yes, it is!” I whispered back.
Jar stepped onto the sidewalk. “How do I look?” He turned on his heel, his arms extended. “Not a single dog hair on me.”
“Very spiffy.”
“Cool beans!” He started humming un
