I was making oatmeal this morning when I slipped and spilled it all over the floor. As I panic and scream, my 2 year old son says to me “Mother, fret not over spilt and soured dreams, for failure is the time-bending compass which guides us back to where we should have been. To remain here rather than follow it, would be to to stagnate.” My little kiddo is such a genius. 🥹