As a parent, I’m constantly picking up after my son. I know I’m not the only one. I tell him, please look around before you leave an area. Take your dish to the sink, and wash it. Hang up your wet towel. Pick up your clothes off the floor, etc., etc., etc. Parents know the drill. The other day I found the straw plastic wrapper for his Capri Sun on the table. Again. I usually buy bottles of juice but every once in awhile he enjoys Capri Sun “Pacific Cooler” which always was my favorite as a kid too. So I see this wrapper lying there, looking a bit sad for being the discarded boring part of a tasty juice box. And it hits me. Pretty soon, there won’t be these little reminders lying around the house that a tween lives here. So I decided to start collecting all those plastic wrappers to save as a memento. Nah, I’m just kidding. I’m sentimental but that would be a bit nutty. 🤪 But I do take a deep breath in and out. As irritated as I get at having to constantly “nag,” him to clean up after himself, I will miss seeing his things around. The days are long, but the years are short. Except for 2020 which was equivalent to 5 billion years. Hang in there. Try not to sweat the small stuff. I’m still trying. I wonder how Pacific Cooler is with vodka? 🤔🙃