A Writer's Life

By Awriterslife

City kid

The birds are chirping, the trees are leafy and blossoming. And we're just hanging out. This was our day: a walk to run some errands, lunch, nap. Discovering that his pacifier has mysteriously disappearing, probably launched out of the stroller by little guy. So we went out again, and there it was, nicely displayed by a kind neighbor. We stopped by the park for a little playtime, came home for more playtime in the laundry basket, and dinner.

All good, around here. Happiness.

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