Oliver and I were down by the docks tonight drinking lemonade, and I spied Anne MacKay and Wayne Barrett across the way. I did some work for Wayne and Anne’s photography business when Oliver was still still in the womb, and this was their first meeting.

Oliver, true to form, grabbed ahold of Anne and Wayne’s daughters’ hands and took them off into the depths of Frosty’s Finds to try on hats, look in mirrors, and generally get to know each other.

His social skills at age 2 have now surpassed mine at 37.