I’m sharing a glimpse into the best part of my day.

I need watch this, to remind me that somewhere, deep deep inside the Tiny Monster, a sweet spirit exists.

An actual sweet spirit, not the one she turns on when she’s looking to get out of punishment, get back at Eliott, or seeking to fill all twenty-nine pounds of herself with a sense of power over all things bigger than she is.

Oh. My little crab.

Grace for the moment.

Bedtime With Carter

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