The years are short
I was trying to get from Point A to Point B the other day as Tin was dawdling, his favorite pastime – I told him I was going to pick him up and carrying him if he didn’t bust a move and get with it and he chanted, “Bust a move, bust a move.” I just looked at him – impossible to move a toddler any faster, it is the equivalent of herding feral cats.…