Dear Scarlet,
You’re at the science center with your dad. This is the report I got when I asked how you liked it. Haha
Dear Scarlet,
The other night you just woke up and kissed me. Then you requested a peanut butter sandwich. I caved and got you one. So there we were, sitting in our bed eating midnight pb&j and you asked, “Mom, where does love come from?” I didn’t really know how to answer that, so I asked you where you thought it came from. You said, “I think it comes from you.” I think my heart suffered a small explosion.Anyway then you wanted to ask Siri. She just led is to a web search and then we got distracted and started googling unicorn birthday parties.
It was a Saturday night and there I was, sitting in the middle of our way after bedtime peanut butter picnic, and I thought, my life is literally perfect right now.
Dear Scarlet,
You wanted a mohawk. We let you get one. It’s as simple as that, and it should be.always reblog this
Via King of Hell
About me
Aiden: 23, FTManthropology student
music lover
people watcher
This is my my random musing depository. Most of the posts will be about gender because, well, I am always thinking about that topic. I am a little obsessed with it. Gender is like the perfect starry night that eludes description. My other obsession is kayaking…that’s me in the background of this blog, actually. Most would think that these two topics do not relate, but they are so similar in my mind. Surfing a kayak is all about hitting the right spot on a wave—the second you think you’ve found it—the second you think, “I’m surfing! I found the spot on the wave!” you’ve been kicked out and are heading blissfully and confusedly down the river (sometimes upside down). That is what gender is like for me every day. It is a wild ride and exciting when I get a glimmer of it, but most of the time, I’m upside down in my own thoughts.
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