(cuteness warning)

My son bumped his head today. I’m not sure how aware he was that hard surfaces exist in the world.

Anyway, once he was in his mother’s arms, he babbled through his tears with such earnestness and intensity, he could have been describing all the injustices in the world. We’d never heard him go on like that. It was by far the most expressive proto-speach we’d heard from him yet.