Rowan was pretending my hoodie string was a snake. "Son, you're making Daddy nervous as hell," I couldn't bring myself to say.
Screen time:
Lyla, proving once and for all that she takes after neither one of us:
Rowan, mildly pleased with ice cream. You know, whatever. Just ice cream. Yeah, he thinks it's all right. No biggie, though.
Only the best moment of his entire life.
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