When a two year old lives in your house and you find yourself with time to sit down and read without urgent tugging accompanied by a jumble of incohearent words, you know something is afoot. and even if you would like to embrace those quite moments of solitude something in the back of your mind is flashing red warning lights and it's usually best to go check on said two-year-old...
before flour is spread throughout the entire house and beyond.
Clearly he is feeling the remorse.
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