It occurred to me that it was time to start writing again when I looked down and saw an escaped cheerio hanging out in the cuff of my jeans.
How long the cheerio was hanging out with me, I don't know. I'm happy to report that I did not feed it to either the child or myself (my growing ability to munch on cheerios at any given time shall be discussed later). I may have tried to feed it to the daddy, but thankfully my ever-present mom-nesia prevents me from fully remembering.
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