this little boy and all of his four-year-old-ness. the kisses and tantrums and cuddles and lightsaber sound effects. i could always count on him to be in the mood to bake. we might have even fought over licking the spoon.
he has been on my mind a lot this week because i ate lunch in times square on saturday and this little boy caught my eye:
he was chasing pigeons, just like i used to do with teague when i was a student in charleston and worked as a nanny once upon a time.