“Daddy!” Ripley bounds for my older brother on unbalanced little legs. My nephew hoists his arms up at his dad. Moffy lifts his son high against his chest, perching him up so he’s eye-level. “I missed you, little guy.” “Me tooph, Daddy,” Ripley tries to enunciate slowly. “You hungry?” “Nope.” He shakes his head, still bashful at the full room. “I-I ate stwabewwies.” He nestles into the crook of Moffy’s neck.
