Scene: Friday night at the Monkey house. Miles is playing Legos on the floor, I’m nursing the baby, Mr. Monkey is comfortably on the couch. All is right in our world.

Miles: “This is a good night.”

Me: “Yeah, how come?”

Miles: “Because we are all together and with each others and home…” he pauses for a moment

(my heart swells with tenderness. We ARE all with each others and home and my son values that. What a good and smart and tender-hearted four year old) (Modern day Norman Rockwell or something over here)

“and I just tooted and it smells real stinky.”


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