From my mouth to his ears

You know those times when you hear your own words coming from your kids’ mouths, and how unsettling it is?

We’re in the van. Tristan is in the middle row with Lucas, and Simon is in the back row. Lucas is just waking up, and Tristan is leaning over to coo something at him.

Simon, his voice heavy with weariness and consternation, says, “Tristan, for goodness sake, will you please leave that poor baby alone?”

If it’s possible to die of being overly loved, Lucas is in trouble.

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