Covered in glitter and crumbs. Waking up to maracas and fairy wings. Pockets full of rubber bands and dandelions. Buried under book piles. Dirty hands with homemade kombucha. Coffee in the rain. Waiting for that sacred scrap of silence.
No more baby piles. They actually play. But wait. We'll be back to the baby piles again soon. I'm counting the days!!
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