Chatting with my son before his baptism

My 8-year-old son and I were at McDonald’s. It was just after 11 a.m. on a Saturday and he was in his blue soccer jersey and black shorts. He had a game in an hour. He was eating an ice cream cone and drinking a root beer. I was eating some chicken nuggets.

That evening I was going to baptize Tristan into the Mormon Church, and so I took him out to McD…