Having breakfast with mom.
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"The greatest poem ever knownOn a cold Winters day morning, this little girl and her mother walked two scantily clad dogs to Starbucks for hot cocoa and a muffin. Pink doggie shirts, pink leashes, pink gloves, pink helmet. There was no bike involved, so why the helmet? Haven't we all had a special shirt or magic cape or favorite dress that we would have worn everywhere, every day, if our moms had permitted? That's one of the whims of childhood.
Is one all poets have outgrown:
The poetry, innate, untold,
Of being only four years old."
~ Christopher Morley, To a Child
Submission for LensDay topic "childhood". (end of post)