Then he looked at me and said, "Momma play? What is play? I heard the children in the next village speak of play. What is this strange word?"
Then I was all like, "Oh hush up and put some gloves on. Get a move on. Mush. Mush!"
The bandaid made everything better.
Not a care in the world. Take it easy. Don't let the sound of your own wheels drive you crazy. Lighten up while you still can.
Uhm, until the bandaid was ripped from his hair. Oh Lord have mercy on his sweet precious soul.