Mason is going through a phase where he doesn't want to walk down the street unless he's holding my hand. Sometimes I look at him with his little grubby hands outstretched toward me waiting to be held and begin to imagine what kind of dirt and how many germs are living on that little grubby hand of his.
For some reason I hesitate....until he says "Mommy, don't leave me or I will get run over by a car on that road". How could you NOT grab that little grubby hand when he puts it that way!
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Hello..this is my blog. I bought this fancy theme and I don't know what to write here just yet. Maybe one day remind me I have to write something inspiring here?