Because trouble comes in all sizes.
Conversation on the way to school:
Me: Who would take care of it?
7yo: You I guess. You’re doing an okay job as a Dad.
Off in the distance, my 9yo nods in agreement displaying a rare moment of solidarity with his younger sibling.
We walked past a few pretty flowers today. My nearly two year old daughter gleefully determined the size, shape and color of this floral display. I smiled in amazement of how quickly she’d developed this perception from just a month ago. The visual connections were evident to her before but now she could verbalize them. This captivation with nature quickly gave way to a desire to run. Her curly blonde hair bounced in tandem with a playful gallop. My daughter’s passage from baby to toddler had arrived.