to our little Luke. The big three today. . .
And he's ready to start the day. He must have heard me with my bowl of cereal this morning. . . because as I started to eat my breakfast I heard his little thuds at the top of the stairs. . .
Cereals. Cereals. . .
And his smiling face at the bottom of the steps. Happy birthday to you, Luke. I sang.
No. No bertday. I like cereals.
Time for breakfast, I suppose.
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