When I was 4-years-old and my very entertaining older brother was off at kindergarten learning to read, my daddy and I took a little “Dr. Pepper break” in the middle of the morning. In those days, my dad ran his radio business from a metal shop building behind our house, and my mama ran her tax consulting business in the adjoining office space. It wasn’t a long walk between the building and the house, where we paused in the kitchen to enjoy our Dr. Peppers. But I really needed those breaks because quietly sitting at a desk and coloring all morning is hard work when you are 4.

This spring when my dad and step mother came to visit, I had in my refrigerator four old-fashioned glass bottles of Dr. Pepper with the “10-2-and-4” logo on them. We shared an afternoon Dr. Pepper break on the front porch together.

Happy Father’s Day, Daddy!