From the mouth of babes

Earlier this week, we were running late to drop my daughter off at practice. My two-year-old was trudging to the car and I whisked him up and rushed him to his carseat. He eyed me suspiciously.

“Why you do that?”

Me: “Do what”

Him: “Pick me up?”

Me: “We need to go!!”

Him: “I was going, just slow. I like to look around at things.”Butterfly2

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