Kick, kick, kick. I wrestle my son into a clean diaper, while he drums against the walls with his heels, smiling brightly. I hear a familiar pounding from the other side, and snicker at the irony. The world’s worst neighbor seems to be upset that my son is kicking the wall again, and honestly, I don’t care one bit.
*Every day, throughout the month of August, I will be participating in a fun writing experiment, known as Small Stones, for #AwakeAugust. To learn more, or for more examples of Small Stones, you can click here.