I had slipped into my study to check email.
When Sawyer came in to greet me,
he had his footed pajamas wrapped around his head, swami-like,
and his Donald Duck-Dressed-Up-Like-the-Easter-Bunny
buddy clutched under his arm, squawking and gyrating.
He definitely got my attention!
Oh, the scratches on his nose and lip are from his attempt
to tightrope-walk the garden hose at his house the other night.
I'm calling him "Butch"!
Thank you, God,
for keeping my life crazy and messy
with this little baby-comedian.
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