I forget to breathe. I forget to slow down.
I strive for consistency (and dare I say perfection) and almost always miss my mark.
I wanted to go to Starbucks. Leo wanted to play "bubble pop" instead of getting dressed. The ducky bubbles were "bwoken", but he found some more in a box.
He didn't mind that his original plan had gone awry.
I don't really care much about Starbucks anyway.
I would blow bubbles in this hallway forever.