Each day that passes marks another leap in Tiny’s understanding of the world. He’s becoming a kind, thoughtful and reflective person – exactly the child I would have picked from a lineup if I had the opportunity.

I hate it.

He can dress himself, feed himself, go to the bathroom himself, put himself to sleep and a thousand other things that I found annoying when my involvement was necessary, but I miss now. This is why people have more than one child. It’s a sort of amnesia tempered by nostalgia that nature bestows upon us so that we might continue to procreate.

I’m wise to you, universe. No fooling me twice.