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We were in San Francisco this weekend for the Giants game, thanks to a gift of tickets - great seats, great game - from my colleague Adam. I took advantage of the opportunity to get some maintenance work done. On me, not the car - I made an appointment to get my eyebrows shaped. So we headed to Union Square, and Joe and Nicholas went off to chase pigeons while I got waxed. As I was finishing up, I heard a familiar voice and looked down. There was my little boy, holding out a rose he'd picked up (with some help from his dad) from a street vendor. There was a giant chorus of "Aww" as he charmed a room full of girls.

It's sitting in a little bud vase now and I stop and smell it every time I go by. When it starts to wither, it's definitely getting pressed. As he gets older, Nicholas may well give flowers to any number of other women. But I will always know - I got the first.