So I did.

Not with the toys and designer clothes I tried to bury them in at first — she put a stop to that fast: they don’t need a sugar daddy, Elliot, they need a father. I started small instead.

Swimming lessons.

Ice cream.

Learning that Mateo loves dinosaurs and despises tomatoes, that Ivy wears mismatched socks on purpose and cannot sleep without her bear.

For weeks I was Mr.