I am sitting at the table eating my cinnamon toast and coffee with honey and half and half, the sun coming in through the slider surprisingly warm and comforting on my skin. I forgot how wonderful it feels. My eyes are sleepy and blurry, even thought I got up thirty minutes ago. Ethan is singing, making up his own songs. He is constant. He is becoming Buzz Light Year. "This means, mom, I have to take my pants off."
He's flying around in his whitie tighties and a towel on his head. He has a washcloth. New song, "I get rain on my towel, I clean my planets..." He's awesome.
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