After finishing his breakfast this morning, Owen marched straight out of the kitchen, grabbed his stroller and started calling for me to let him out the door. (This is how he calls for me: “BAAAAB, BAAAB, BAAAAAAAAB.”) Owen, where do you want to go? I asked. He, looking at me with all the intensity of a 1-year old with big things to do, and never enough time: “BAAAAAAAAB!”
Okay, okay, let’s go to the park. But let me grab my coffee.