I felt that Love was a walrus named Eli.
And Comforter was a snail named Rob.
And Wisdom was obviously a bunny named Patricia.
And Power was a very burly ladybug named Arnold. He had very thick eyebrows.
The kids understood. They always do.
I'm the luckiest girl in the world. Seriously, the world loves me. I'm not sure why it does, but I love most of it right back. I love wrapping presents. Flowers are important. That TOTALLY wasn't me who prank called you, I swear. I love to grocery shop. My boyfriend loves to cook. I can't get enough of kissing him. My bicycle has streamers on the handles. I think if people wanna know about my faith, they'll ask. I look young, and sound old. I love chaos, so you'll always find pets and teenagers around my house. I always have at least one book in my purse. At camp in high school, I was voted "Most Talkative." UNANIMOUSLY. I dance at the slightest provocation. This blog is my mirror, my publicist, my calendar, and my most flattering angle. I am its pushy stage mother. And apparently, I'm important enough to get hate mail. Sweet.
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1 Comments:
Kids understand things in that universal way. They know that many times, things need to be taken exactly at face value.
I love kids. They know so much more than anyone gives them credit for.
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