Thursday, June 1, 2017


You made slime from memory and a bunch of my stuff, even after I told you there was no Borax in this house.
And then you cleaned up the mess and packaged up gifts of slime for all of your friends.

When I had to take the boys to Boy Scouts at 6 in the morning on a Saturday, I returned to breakfast.
And you cleaned up the mess!

And then, you come down and show me your blue hair and your pig face, and I can't help but smile.
Every sleepless night, so worth it.

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