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.
And off he goes into the big, wide world. Fortunately, this time, you were just headed to the park. Way to be a big kid, B. Just save me a few more toddler experiences, please.
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