Thank you for the little kids who know what they want, right
off the bat and just keep on wanting it.
Thank you for the little kids who grow into teenagers, who
grow into adults who still have the same dream.
Thank you for the little kids who grow into adults who are
pleasantly surprised and do amazing things.
Thank you for the way the twins taught me that I can choose the right, choose the wrong, or choose the regular.
Thank you for the way that the twins Sammy and Alayna jumped off the couch, hit their head said "That wasn't too bad," and then did it again.
Thank you for Alayna Philip.
Thank you for the way little kids are so accepting of others.
Thank you for green bouncy balls that may or may not contain the WhoUniverse and little girls who believe the Grinch lives inside them.
Thank you for little kid talk. Little kid talk is seriously the best.
Thank you for twins.
Thank you for three year olds who are overly opinionated and hate all girls because girls kiss.
Thank you for tiny kids with british accents.
Thank you for nursery.
Thank you that little children like me.
Thank you that they are overly demonstrative in a great way.
Thank you for the way sometimes a little child can be the best example in the universe.
Thank you for the way that sometimes you get it right the very first time.
Thank you for the little kids who are saddled with crazy parents, who give their child crazy names, who live with those names with very impressive grace under pressure.
Thank you for those little kids who are great to their parents.
Thank you that the children who are not accepting and kind to others have the time to learn.
Thank you for the way that a child can watch the same movie, over and over and over and over again.
Thank you for the way a child can be so patient and impatient all within the same second.
Thank you for the way a child will just grab an adult's hand. Even adults that they do not know well.
Thank you for children who do not know how to love impurely.
Thank you for the children who have more faith than anyone and do not even realize it.
Thank you for the children like me who fear growing up.
Thank you for the childlike sense of wonder that doesn't have to necessarily exist only in a child.
Thank you for a child's presumptiveness.
Thank you for a child's playfulness.
Thank you for a childlike sense of wonder and mystery.
Thank you for the way the twins taught me that I can choose the right, choose the wrong, or choose the regular.
Thank you for the way that the twins Sammy and Alayna jumped off the couch, hit their head said "That wasn't too bad," and then did it again.
Thank you for Alayna Philip.
Thank you for the way little kids are so accepting of others.
Thank you for green bouncy balls that may or may not contain the WhoUniverse and little girls who believe the Grinch lives inside them.
Thank you for little kid talk. Little kid talk is seriously the best.
Thank you for twins.
Thank you for three year olds who are overly opinionated and hate all girls because girls kiss.
Thank you for tiny kids with british accents.
Thank you for nursery.
Thank you that little children like me.
Thank you that they are overly demonstrative in a great way.
Thank you for the way sometimes a little child can be the best example in the universe.
Thank you for the way that sometimes you get it right the very first time.
Thank you for the little kids who are saddled with crazy parents, who give their child crazy names, who live with those names with very impressive grace under pressure.
Thank you for those little kids who are great to their parents.
Thank you that the children who are not accepting and kind to others have the time to learn.
Thank you for the way that a child can watch the same movie, over and over and over and over again.
Thank you for the way a child can be so patient and impatient all within the same second.
Thank you for the way a child will just grab an adult's hand. Even adults that they do not know well.
Thank you for children who do not know how to love impurely.
Thank you for the children who have more faith than anyone and do not even realize it.
Thank you for the children like me who fear growing up.
Thank you for the childlike sense of wonder that doesn't have to necessarily exist only in a child.
Thank you for a child's presumptiveness.
Thank you for a child's playfulness.
Thank you for a childlike sense of wonder and mystery.
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