Elliot

There was most definitely a smell of poop as I entered the boys' room to take issue with my youngest son over his inability to take a nap. And he was most assuredly in the process of closing a window which he and his twin have been absolutely forbidden to even breathe on since kicking the last one out. And I was, with just cause, about to open my mouth and spew forth words of disapproval. But then I took notice of what he had put on in place of his shirt and how he had tenderly diapered a baby and laid him to rest on his "Pooh Bear." It broke my heart a little. And so, what else could I, his mother, do but tousle his hair and kiss him on the cheek? I love you little one. Thank you for the gift that you are.