I think five is one of my favorite ages. They are preparing to go off into the big world of school buses and playground hopscotch, and yet they still feel of dimpled knees and baby skin. They try to be brave and not cry over simple booboos, but Mommy’s kiss is still the only thing that can make the pain of the booboo stop.
If only we could keep them five forever.
by Leigh
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