The day only just began and I'm asking for the same gift. After much prodding about brushing teeth, getting dressed and eating breakfast, I cursed when Punch took out my eye shadow palette and started brushing some on and then draped her plastic horse with a rope of pearls rather than focus on the task at hand.
"Remember how small they are"--one of my favorite observations about children.
When I'm mean, I'm quickly full of remorse. I fear Punch will have a bad day and it will be my fault.
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