These days are filled with sticky paged board books,
Dog eared from toddler teeth as much as from reading them a hundred times in a row.
Story, after story, after story-
Separated only by a couple boxes of raisins, a squeezy applesauce, and a nap.
The words were memorized by the third time through,
So now as you as you recite the story with no need to look, your eyes travel from one beautiful little boy and back to the other-
Wondering how exactly you were lucky enough to win the lottery twice…