This is my 3-year-old. And the picture was taken by my 4-year-old. But that’s not why the picture is blurry. It’s blurry because they were moving THAT FAST. This is one way I will always remember my son, even when he’s a grown man; as a happy little sprite tearing through the house in his underwear pushing a plastic grocery cart at full speed with his sister on his heels. It doesn’t get much better than that, does it?
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