EJ turned free in August. Oh geez, I mean three...there I go again, speaking toddler.
He walks around saying "I'm free!....or me free....or I FaREE." Whatever way you say it, the boy's free and proud of it.
That got me thinking about being free. EJ really is free at three--free of burdens, free of deep sadness, free of stress, free of pressures, and free of all the small weights, constraints, tragedies, and hardships that growing up and the modern world inevitably place on you. I've heard that all changes when you turn four, but at least the poor guy still has some free time left. I certainly hope he cherishes every minute of his oblivion.
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