It's my oldest child's birthday.
Just before he was born, we rushed out to buy a crib, and a teddy bear, at Toys-R-Us.
I remember we made up the crib, put the teddy bear inside, and just stared at the empty spot that soon would have a noisy little occupant.
The job is large:
To be in charge
Of someone small
Until they're tall.
Well, he's tall now. Happy Birthday, John!