I just found this among my many saved drafts from November 2008, when Logan was still in preschool. Now, a year and a half later, it’s a precious memory, rather than a complaint/reflection.

The days Logan isn’t in school, he follows me pretty much everywhere, all day, and never stops talking. If I’m working in my office, he’s right there next to me, hauling in his toys or digging in my desk for miscellaneous odds and ends he can play with. His latest project, which so far has lasted this entire week, is to take paper clips, rubber bands, pencils and binder clips and attach them to the little kid chairs I have in here to “build a dinosaur.” I’m pleased that he has such a vivid imagination.

It’s not that his jabbering isn’t utterly precious or that I don’t love hearing the sound of his sweet, helium-infused voice. The expanse of his imagination sometimes blows my mind as I listen to his musings and watch him play with simple household objects as if they’re the world’s greatest creation. I just sometimes wish he had a mute button.

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