Happy Birthday To You
My mom fired a duck.
I am two and three quarters.
I miss my mom all day.
Hers are at work. I miss hers all day.
Her fired a duck.
(note that I was lying next to her in bed, also trying to nap. She has not missed me all day. Not in the traditional sense, nor with any of the flung toys, errant pee, projectile broccoli or shovels full of sand with which she’s shown me her love so far today.)
She napped 3.5 hours the last two days, and not at all today. I bet she’s taller tomorrow.