There is just something about seeing the awe and amazement on my Twerps' faces that makes me stop and stare.
The find the beauty in everything. The stop and appreciate the simplicity,
they soak it all in. They are at such a place of learning and taking it in that I forget how young they are.
The are perfect angels and I think I could have a million more... Until,
One makes a comment that says, "BT? You smell like a whale shark."
Then some punches start gettin thrown and soon it is on like Donkey Kong.And I just sit back and say in a loud and judgemental voice, "I am so glad my children never act like that. Where are these heathen's parents?" Then a shoe flies and hits me in the head. And I act appalled.And I make Eldest Twerp take them out to the lobby so I avoid the forty eleven sets of eyes looking for these punk's procreator.