At work, we have a large book case. It's probably 7 feet high by 5 feet wide. Three years ago I would have admired this well-built case and wished I had it to store my library. Last week, I realized that, laid on its face, the back of it would be a great play table for David's new wooden train set.
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the secret to happiness
Wow. It is 7:13 am and neither David nor Simon are up. This is amazing, rare, and allows us some alone time--just you and me, Internet. So I can share with you the secret to happiness.
I don't know what kind of day you are having--it is not even 8:00 yet--but it could already be going pretty lousy and, by 8:00 pm, you could be ready to jump of a bridge. But if you can just get past the bridge and into the house to a baby that breaks into a big gaping drooling grin whenever he focuses his gaze on you, then you are set for another 24 hours at least. Warm, positive energy flow from the smiling mouth of a baby--like a tractor beam from the Death Star--sucking out the bile that builds up because we can't deal with life as well as a baby can.
Later, secret fans
It is a baby that smiles when he sees you.
I don't know what kind of day you are having--it is not even 8:00 yet--but it could already be going pretty lousy and, by 8:00 pm, you could be ready to jump of a bridge. But if you can just get past the bridge and into the house to a baby that breaks into a big gaping drooling grin whenever he focuses his gaze on you, then you are set for another 24 hours at least. Warm, positive energy flow from the smiling mouth of a baby--like a tractor beam from the Death Star--sucking out the bile that builds up because we can't deal with life as well as a baby can.
Later, secret fans
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