Sometimes there are little things that make you happy.
Nonsense TV in the background was overshadowed by my exuberant 2-year-old in front of me. I held a small canoe with Diego at the helm. He held a destructive excavator with a jackhammer attachment. The machine marched toward the tiny canoe with murderous intent.
I am sad to report that Diego goes no more.
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