I don't know what will keep me going when the kids get old enough that they no longer make these insanely loveable slip-ups with big words. Occasionally, the kids' misspoken words are not just adorable but also poetic, as was the case when Primo and I discussed our New Years' "revolutions."
Primo's revolution is to try and hold his temper when his sister talks over him, a fantastic commitment if ever there was one.
My revolution is to eat more spinach salad. Its good for me.
David's is to work out another day a week.
Sec doesn't need the New Year to launch her revolutions. She's a bona fide rebel queen already.
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