Noah and I were playing on the porch today when I looked over at the stroller and saw this ...
Apparently, the cargo basket looked like a cozy bed. (He stayed contentedly cuddled up in there, face down, for a long time.) Of course, it was cozy until ...he tried to get out and couldn't. Silly, silly boy.
"Bring me all your dreams, You dreamer, Bring me all your Heart melodies That I may wrap them In a blue cloud-cloth Away from the too-rough fingers Of the world." -Langston Hughes
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