Love Triangle

My wife sent me a picture yesterday of Troy playing on the playground with two little girls. Troy is chasing one of the little girls, and the other little girl is chasing Troy. It looked like a love triangle that can only end badly for the girl in the back. My son can typically be found in pictures with these two little girls. Like father, like son, I guess.

My one memory of when I was four years old is of being at daycare sliding down the slide. I was waiting my turn to climb up the ladder when two little girls, Tara and Holly, approached me and blocked my way. They asked, “Which of us do you like better?” Honestly, I didn’t care either way, and I said as much. I just wanted to slide. But they would get out of my way until I picked one of them, so I said, “Holly.” At the time, I had no idea the issues that answer was going to cause.

Holly left the school after that year, but I was stuck with Tara for the next nine years of my life. Two years after my poor decision by the slide, I actually developed a crush on Tara, and I told her so. She slapped me across the cheek, and said, “Then you should have picked me, not Holly.” Elementary school and junior high dragged along after that.