(Manny took the top one, August took the bottom one)
Somehow, in the next few weeks, I will have both a new four year-old and a new five year-old. By "somehow", I mean that I will have no control over the sun and these two boys are going to grow, and Augie will lose a tooth this week, and Manny will learn all the letters in his name. While I say "don't get big! be little!" to them, I silently wish them to be bigger, smarter and wiser. I don't know. I'm having a hard time putting all this stuff down in a meaningful way. I feel it coming, though.