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Yesterday morning my almost-4-year-old ran into our formal dining-turned-library while I was sitting on the couch sipping coffee. He was barefoot, but he did have clothes on which, honestly, is saying a lot for my streaker.

He is all about speed. He is faster than a speed car (aka Lightning McQueen), faster than a “speedy bullet,” and even faster than the fastest “jet pain ever.”

As he began showing his speed in various solo races, it struck me… I am down to my last 10 days with a 3-year-old kid.

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