Growing up in Minnesota I was a paper boy. Traded out the wheeled cart for a sled some days in the winter.
Even better when Dad just “happened to be awake” at 6 am and we would put the papers in the back of the station wagon and he would cover the other half of the street!
Always love stories of Dads stepping in with their kids. My dad died when just 4 yrs old so as a kid I watched fathers with their kids a lot. Still today when I see my sons with their children I’m so proud!