...this is what Kinder crowed to his brother as he dove into the crook of my armpit as we settled in for the night. The lucky space.
On a day like today when, by the end of it, I was wondering if it is ever possible to go a whole day without any unpleasantness on our parts, but especially mine. No complaining, no whining, no butting heads over the slightest (and truly unimportant) details, no abrupt answers to seemingly dysfunctional questions...
Even on a day like today, I am the lucky space.
Instant cure. Immediate balm. How lucky am I?
1 comment:
This is so sweet! And also too funny because I just posted a completely different take on the significance of the armpit:
http://unschoolgirls.blogspot.com/2007/11/you-know-youre-in-paris-when.html
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