This morning, T went from giggling about his presentation on farts (I overheard him talking to him brother and chose not to go there) to getting mad at me because he couldn't hit a target with the nerf gun, to floating down to me a piece of scrap paper on which he had written "I still love you."
And it's not even 7am! Phew! It's going to be a long day.
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