I am the finder of lost matchbox cars.
The doer of stained laundry.
The consoler of pretend friend's feelings.
The driver of 18 inch plastic dump trucks.
The organizer of play-dates, preschool, and birthday gatherings.
The pretender of tea party host and play-doh chef extraordinaire.
The changer of multitudes of poopy diapers.
The fashion consultant to whiny and particular clients.
The singer of silly songs and sappy lullabies.
The wiper of snotty noses.
The enforcer of time-out sentences.
The love of one man, and hero to a girl named Tabby and boy called Ike.
And happy for all of it.
1 comment:
And you're GREAT at all of it.
Cute post, Aim. Thanks for sharing.
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