My son is sick, but we went out for a walk anyways. I let him get out of his stroller for a while to walk on his own. We walk a lot, and every time we are about to cross a street I say "Nevan, we have to hold hands because we're going to cross the street." After an exceptionally long walk, we find ourselves about three houses away from another corner. Nevan puts on a very serious face and without even looking at me, says quite matter-of-factly while reaching for my hand, "Mama, hol hans. Cwoss steet."
I was so proud of my streetwise boy! That was definitely my moment today.
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Run, Jae, run.
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