you are so fun to watch.
every day you come home from school or therapy or wherever we've driven your siblings, and you ask to go upstairs. minutes later you come downstairs with a bag or a box full of toys or clothes. usually you tell me, "sleepover. grandma jim. you stay here." sometimes you tell me you're cooking. usually spaghetti.
today you started a new activity: ironing. you pulled out an old pretend iron and went right to work on gathering a few towels and rags from the kitchen. and because you often accompany your dad to the laundry room where he irons every morning, you knew how to lay out your work in front of you and iron all of the way to the corners.
don't ever change.
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