Pushing CJ in the grocery cart through the produce section, I picked up three clementine oranges and started to juggle them. I can’t really juggle but CJ likes it when I try. The oranges fell to the floor and a good-natured stockboy picked them up and handed them back to me. I set them back in the cart in front of CJ, who picked them up, laughed, and flung them back to the floor. Just like Daddy.
