Ode to the Cheerio
Thank you for being there, buried in the carpet, when I was changing my baby and needed something to hand her as a distraction.
Thank you for not being a Lego when I stepped on you.
Thank you for being sprinkled in the bottom cupboard and reminding me of my sweet baby who climbed in there for a moment alone.
Thank you for being the easiest snack to vacuum out of car seats.
God bless the humble O.