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Saw my daughter drinking from the milk carton this evening in the same fashion that I had done many times before. She was careful to not touch her lips to the spout, but to simply pour. An odd sense of approval came over me and I said "I see you've learned to drink without dirtying a cup!" I then offered my hand for a high five but she declined, saying she wouldn't want to wake Mama, who was sleeping. We worry ourselves over so many trifling things. And we praise ourselves for so many of the same. What is the purpose of this post? It's a footnote in a chronicle. Maybe one day my spawn will read these pages and have a moment of remembrance. Maybe not.