Just

He's just 3. 

"Just."

What a packed word. 

Just one song...

Just one wish.

Just one nipple.

(Okay.  I couldn't come up with another one quickly enough.)

Ahh, the sweet rite of passage.

That's just a party favor on my truck hitch.  (No children were injured in the headlessness of this headpiece.)

This is what friendship looks like after 22 years.