We just got home from the beach. As usual, Silas slept in the car on the way home and work up as soon as pulled into the driveway. Sixth sense about those things, I guess.
I managed to coax him back into another hour of a nap, and he's sleeping upstairs in his crib. Chin still sticky and stained from strawberry and peach juice, grains of sand still crusted to the creases of skin, smelling of sun block and salt.
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