I wake in the morning, Kyle looking at my neck, "You have boo-boo," He says. I feel it and sigh, yawning before shaking my head and scooping him up, "S'Fine, Ky. Hungry?"
He nods and I walk to the kitchen to get him some pancakes.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
These were autumn mornings, the time of year when kings of old went forth to conquest; and I, never stirring from my little corner in Calcutta, would let my mind wander over the whole world. — Rabindranath Tagore, The Cabuliwallah
