Yesterday I caught sight of John and wondered if there were anything more captivating than a three-year-old boy tearing through the backyard with his Batman cape flying behind him.
Today I see him zooming out the backdoor wearing a Buzz Lightyear hoodie, short pants, and cowboy boots on the wrong feet.
I'd call it a draw.
I'm reminded of this photo. A two-year-old John in his first snowstorm. Adventure awaiting, arms pumping, cowboy boots flying.
How I love you, sweet John.
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