Childhood is so fleeting. So long, drawn-out, and hard, and yet so quick. To us adults, that is.
My third son just turned 2 years old. In the past few weeks, he has started talking so much more than before, and I’m already missing some of the things he used to say. For example, for months all animals were “doggies.” Then they became somewhat differentiated, like “moo doggies.” And now, during one of our regular car songs, he piped up from his car seat in the middle bench, loudly and clearly, “COW!”
And so ends the era of the moo doggies. Goodbye, moo doggies, I’ll miss you.
