To be a parent is to find a small wooden block shoved into the very toe of your shoe, to find only crayons when needing a pen, to walk around all day without noticing that you have banana smeared on the back of your shirtsleeve, to find a dirty spoon tucked in with your clean socks. And to admire the ingenuity of that little person who starts every morning with a smile. Ok, not every morning, but I chose to forget about the other ones.
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