8:30 AM: Mason wakes up and I'm sitting in the living room. I put away the book I'm reading and am making my way to his room when I hear him on the monitor saying, "bowwww. bowwww. bowww-owwwww" in an extremely serious and monotone voice.
I peek in. He's using Piggy's leg as a microphone. The funny thing is, at the ripe old age of twenty-one months, Mason's song is better than most of the stuff on the radio.
Sometimes, mornings are amazing.
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