Dream Big

When I opened the girls’ box of 64 crayons, I gave them hopeful instructions not to dump the box all over the table.

My husband scoffed in the background.

Him: “Like that’s going to happen.”

Me: “I know… but maybe if I warn them they’ll keep the crayons in the box.”

Him: “Unrealistic expectations! It’s like the time you tried to talk to Lily about racism and expected her to understand you.”

Me: “Well… it could happen.”

Dream big, everyone.

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