Swimming and flipping to grace over here.

I hardly ever wear a watch anymore.

And it’s not because The Kid has gotten to that Cute Stage where he can be worn around as an accessory, like a handbag or chihuahua; well, not just because of that (though isn’t so helpful when they pass from Alien to Cute? When they’re smiling from happiness instead of just gas, and they laugh more than they cry? Thank God for that transformation.)

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