Haven't Got the Hang of It

The seconds fly by. The minutes. The hours. I don't even know what time it is.

The days fly by. The weeks. The month. I don't even know what date it is.

The years fly by. He's in a basinette. He's in diapers. He's a teenager catching the bus to go to the mall with friends.

Time is a funny thing. I haven't quite got the hang of it, yet.

(He'd better be back in time for dinner.)

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