The babies of this generation need a vacation from the Disney station. Tooned out. Co-sleeping bags under eyes too tired to lift a finger scold kids told to slow rolls on their downward spiral. Witness to the sickness as it goes viral.
Track of time out of control trained with back packs snap, backs clasped with nap straps. Breathe. Up with the dawn washing dishes clean bubbles blowing wishes like why a dandelion exists this missed bliss with a selfie stick – our selfish trick. As time ticks the hands always too short for me. Fleeing free small fists become gripped memories. Trust me.