Once upon a time there was a boy. This boy was no ordinary boy, no, he was different. This boy had two moms and two dads. He loved to play and run around. He ran for as long and as hard as he could until he couldn't run anymore. When he couldn't run any longer he would fall asleep. He slept deeply and with wild dreams of riding horses and saving cities and other heroic deeds. Then he would wake up and run. He ran for as long and as hard as he could until he couldn't run anymore. When he couldn't run any longer he would fall asleep. Then he would wake up.
Wasn't it amazing when we used to run around pretending we were people? Pretending that we had things to worry about and pretending we had monsters to fight. When did it all become so real?
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those were the days...
Now that is a cute read headed child : )
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