Having a two year old is kind of like celebrating Easter with the traditional egg hunt.....EVERYDAY...except it's not eggs you're going to find. Maybe a toothbrush in your sofa, a bouncy ball in your shoe, or a Hotwheel in your cupboard.
This morning, I woke up with the sun streaming into the room. And as I turned my head to peer out of the window, something round caught my eye. It was sitting on the window sill, hidden just under the blind. What could that be?
It was a cherry tomato.
It made me smile.
And I had thought I was too old for egg hunts. Glad I was wrong.
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