Burritos are my favorite food. When it comes to burritos, I’m not so good at sharing.

Here is my burrito, and here is my baby.

I wanted to eat my burrito. The baby wanted to eat the burrito.

I love my baby and want to take care of him. I know that it is my job to feed him.

But I also love my burrito. I was torn. What to do?

Being a dad has taught me important lessons. Though utterly counterintuitive, it’s really quite simple. When the baby wants the burrito, you give him some. The burrito is big. The baby is small. Even if he has a bite or two, he will not eat it all. There will still be plenty left for me.

Burrito.

Baby.

The two can coexist, apparently, completely equal in my heart.