The weather was beautiful, and the boy and I went for a bike ride. He normally hates the sunglasses and the helmet, but today...he didn't fuss.
Went to the park, where he usually hates the swing. He didn't fuss.
Tried the "sandpit" for the first time. He didn't fuss.
It was a good day. I guess these are those days that people, particularly older parents, say that you never get back.
If there is one day during my parental leave I'll never forget, it's today
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I just learned a new word today that somewhat describes me: teetotaler.