I like to say that the sandbox comes home with you from Mother's Day Out as is witness of what I dump out of your shoes each day. This usually happens before we even get in the car to drive home but on this day, Mommy forgot. Once home, you decided to take off your shoes and dump out the sand...onto the floor. I'm not sure I noticed until I heard the familiar scratchy sound of sand and hardwood floor...and little boy hands playing in it.
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