Randomly was dreaming of my nephew’s 3rd birthday party when I woke this morning. It’s a fun age. It’s funny how they get older and you have moments when you feel like you can see them at all different ages at once. 3 feels like yesterday and he’s 10 now.
It’s interesting how they are deified and vilified for the same things. I feel like culturally we love to put people on pedestals just to knock them down.
I’d say we’re all just people who put on pants the same way, one leg at a time. Wouldn’t put it past those two to do something different though.
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