a lovely found pattern, a horrifying fact and o-o having fun with his felt pens. we spent the morning in the playground with friends. o-o aged me by several decades by disappearing for five minutes. he'd sneaked out of the gate and was hiding, giggling behind a ramp in the skate park area. so, so scary, i was a headless chicken of panic.
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