i was walking around the neighborhood today, trying to get baby sparklet to take a nap, when i passed a stressed out mom dealing with three boys on bicycles.
one of the boys was babbling about how his bike was a rocketship, and how he was having a really hard time making sure it didn’t explode.
i smiled, inwardly, thanking heaven for little girls.
half a block later, i see a 6 year-old girl in a fancy pink fairy dress, pell-melling down the hill at full speed, oblivious to the traffic, screaming:
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i was walking around the neighborhood today, trying to get baby sparklet to take a nap, when i passed a stressed out mom dealing with three boys on bicycles.
one of the boys was babbling about how his bike was a rocketship, and how he was having a really hard time making sure it didn’t explode.
i smiled, inwardly, thanking heaven for little girls.
half a block later, i see a 6 year-old girl in a fancy pink fairy dress, pell-melling down the hill at full speed, oblivious to the traffic, screaming:
now *that’s* more like it.