“Once there was a tree…”

13 Oct

Do you remember how I wrote about how my son sometimes acts like a wild animal?

Well, for every one of those posts, there are bedtimes like these, sweet nuzzles into my chest, swelling pride at watching him say a new word or master a new trick or try a new food…

Shel Silverstein

But, seriously, kid.

Yesterday you took my water glass, shattered it and cut your fingers, leaving a trail of blood from your face to your feet. Literally.

Today you played a splashing game in the toilet and had the radiator fall on you.

You pushed my ottoman around like it was a toy car and you threw macaroni at the dog,

but man, (boy),

do I love you.


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