As I sat down to dinner last night, I mentioned the demise of my chronometer to Tamara, but loudly enough that everyone at the table heard what I had said. Anthony got up out of his seat and held up his watch, which he had removed under the cover of the table.
"You can have mine, Daddy," he said sincerely with a smile. He was willing to give up his cool camouflage watch with a helicopter second hand because he knew it was a nice thing to do and that his daddy needed a watch.
What a lucky father I am.