(Never in all my years would I have ever thought that would be the title of anything I would write.)
Morning is also Escher’s favorite, it always has been. Eyes open and it’s this:
Morning is NOT Ezekiel’s favorite. It never has been.
It’s usually this:
The contrast is never not funny.
But anyway, after I nurse them and Ezekiel goes through zombie phase, the magic happens.
“Uhm, mama, I wanna go to the park today. With you and Escher?”
Because I send him alone all the time.
“Mama, Escher is silly…and tiny. HE IS SO TINY!”
I am pretty sure they weigh the same.
He hands me my earrings, “Here, mama…ears”
Meanwhile Escher is out of his mind giggling about whatever.
Life is good ❤