those two little plumps of joy have struck the age of two.
i do not believe in terrible twos.
i believe in a little boy with a buddha belly and a kid who will fling his tiny hand at your whenever you fall asleep on the couch.
i believe in a little girl who parades around with her perfect pig tails, diamond earrings, and tiny toms.
am i constantly planning their kidnapping?
yes.
am i the kidnapper?
yes.
don't tell anyone.
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