I have no scientific evidence to back this up but I’m guessing that the majority of a person’s early childhood memories are actually based off of pictures they’ve seen, rather than actual memories.  Because of such pictures, I assume I had a pretty happy childhood.  No body ever takes pictures of mom flipping out, bagging up all the toys in the basement, and hauling them to the curb.

This is why my own children will also look back on their childhood and assume it was both normal, and happy.

Me to twenty-five-year-old Eliott:
“This was pretty much a typical day around the house when you and your sister were little”:

Yes, those are leftover Halloween chocolates.
I love that she can do sprinkles without supervision now.
Meanwhile, Carter was working REEEAAAAL hard.
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