“Morning boy” I said, quickly shoving the shoes down the front of my onesie (hoping they land somewhere decent).
Now, as the beneficiary of a lovely Catholic convent education (With a tonn of experience of telling fibs inside the Confessional. Judge not!),
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He never looks across at his PlayDoh, nor does he squeeze in a quick trip to the fridge before he allows his body to melt.
Deciding who gets a front row seat in the movie that is our lives isn’t exactly as simple as ordering a large popcorn and Slush Puppie.
They call that stuff ENERGY. And, it introduces you before you even speak.
Today, nearly 20 years later, I am sitting in that very bakery.