Toddzilla wandered upstairs and stopped short when he saw me feeding the baby. "Mom," he said, "I want to be a baby again."
Mother guilt surging through my veins, I was certain he was pining for his own days of being constantly cuddled and held. Before I could respond, he blurted, "Then I can't say sorry."
"You mean, then you'd never have to apologize to anyone?" I asked, hoping I had misunderstood.
"Yup." And he bounded away, just as fast as he had come.
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