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.
Sunday, August 14, 2011
We like to joke that our mellow laid-back Brixton is now the current mayor of Toddler Town. You know, the place where mud puddles were made to be splashed, where you take a dive face-first into the dirt and get up giggling, ready for more. There are darker, more treacherous parts of Toddler Town as well, but we won't mention those here.