Just let go

I don’t know what it is about kids and messes and being dirty and why it’s so appealing. Or fun. But you know how it is. You get everything “cleaned” up or “organized” and they want to tear the house apart. But sometimes, you have to say screw it. You want to get wet? Go for it. You want to play with the purple chalk? Sure. You want to eat a burgundy popsicle? Sounds delicious.

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