I can't snap it as good as you ('Cause I got choclate on my fingers)

This is what it is to be five...

Parker (P-Nut) and Jackson (Jay-Bird) are riding with me to Tribble Mill Park Sunday afternoon. Going to take a jog. Push Jay-Bird in the stroller. P-Nut will scooter alongside.

Got Kamakiriad (Donald Fagan) in the player on the way. Track four - Snowbound. I'm snaping my fingers along to the slow beat. Nice, crisp snaps. Paker's grooving, he likes it. He's snapping, too. Not all that great. He uses his thumb and forefinger, not middle finger. It's more of a rub -- a russle of fingerprint on fingerprint -- than a snap. Jackson's just looking -- at me, at Parker, at his fingers.

"You snap good, Dad," P-Nut says (he's five), in that mild and sweet approving voice he often has.

"You like this song?" I ask. It's kind of slow for a five year old to dig.

"Yeah," he says.

"I can't snap it," Jackson (he is two and a half) pipes up. He's decided, and is rendering his verdict, after some frowning. "I can not do it," he says in his somber and precise way that cracks me up.

"I can't snap as good as you," Parker says, " 'Cause I have choclate on my fingers."

I look back in the miror, and it's true. The chocolate from the Fall Festival we attended earlier was still there on his hands and face.

That was the reason...