Fresh today · Saturday, 11 July

New Wishes

A handful of wishes pulled from the cabinet this morning. Pick one up — copy, save it to your pinboard, or send it on.

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Cheers to the smallest tyrant with the biggest grin. Happy four months, sweet boy.

Four months of zero rent and full sovereignty over the living room. Well played.

Watching him discover his feet has been the best television all month.

Sixteen weeks of sleepless wonder — happy four months to a small champion.

He found his voice this month, and the whole house is paying attention.

Four months: still tiny, already plotting. Happy little milestone, buddy.

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