we're okay

Mom, imagine if there were 100 Hanks!
Remember when the coffee was underflowing?

Did that toot sound like so much mustard going on your hot dog?!
Age three does not have much respect for modesty.

Brushing his hair: I look so cool. Mom, nobody knows my style.
Handsome, boy does he know it.

But I'm okay! the Blink cameras caught him saying after he fell down the front steps.
He says it often, when he bumps his head or trips on a tree root.
I hear him say it and think I'm okay too.

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