Rough morning. Since when did french toast become such a culinary insult? Reflecting on today's rough morning reminds me of how far we've come. These days, tears happen less often rather than being an inevitable part of the morning. And when they come, they end sooner. Nora began the car ride refusing to get into her seat, but by the time we got to school she was happy and ready to go. What a change from a year ago. 4 year olds are a lot better than 3 year olds.
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