We’re in the soup now.

Dear Dash,

I love you so much. Please please please don’t grow up too fast.

Sincerely,
Mommy

p.s. I guess this means we ought to start baby-proofing the house? We have our work cut out for us.

But what’s the bigger danger here? Pile of old window frame with rusty nails? Mer mistaking Dash for small prey?
Yeah, we have a lot to do to make a safe home for you, little one.

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