Sometimes, on nice evenings, if dinner’s ready and the floodgates of heaven aren’t open, we step outside for a few minutes waiting for Papa to get home.
We talk to ants, point at airplanes, tell birds to hurry up and fly, and ask where all the puddles went.
Sometimes we stop for a moment, pick up our favorite succulent, think…
…and then question the wisdom of what we’ve just done.
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How can 2-year-olds be so fast!? Too funny!
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