“I’m stuck”

Christmas wrapping paper that needs to be put back in the attic.

“Wait”

“Wait. You forgot you pack back.”

“What?”

“You forgot you pack back.”

You were carrying your own lunch bag, and two packs of gummies, and we were in the laundry room, just walking out the door to daycare.

“You forgot you pack back.”

“Daddy doesn’t need his back pack this morning.”

(Daddy stayed home from work today to work on his first novel. I took you to school at 10 a.m., and came back home. It’s hard being away from you, but Daddy’s trying to get this novel done.)

Your little arms were full, and there you were, worried about Daddy forgetting his back pack.

You’re such a sweet soul.