[it’s a two post kind of day.]
A little girl [probably four or five years old] at the bagel shop I’m at is sitting at a table that I’m standing near, talking to my friends. All the sudden I hear…
– Mom, she is TALL.
– Yes, yes, she is.
– Well, I’m just wondering why you didn’t grow that tall.
Ha! I love it. I should start asking people that same question. Wondering why they didn’t grow as tall as me.
Darling kids. Like this one…
“…I care that I do something special.”
[preach on, sista.]
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