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The Day I Got My Finger Stuck Up My Nose

Every night, when I was a kid, the ritual was that my grandfather would carry me "up the wooden hill", aka the stairs, and my grandmother would tuck me in and open a book. We'd read through every page and sometimes multiple books. These are some the fondest memories I have to date.

I'd always wanted to be a father. I don't know why, maybe I just wanted to tell someone else to eat their broccoli. On August 27th I finally became a dad. It's a tough job and I have a lot of help from my wife, but it's very rewarding. Now that my son, Mason, has been able to focus and hold things we have fun picking up books and looking at the pages. So the ritual has begun. My dream is to share this book with other families so they can become close together and start their own nightly rituals.