The kids table.

Sophia and I spent the afternoon together. We cleaned the house, listened to music, peeled potatoes and chopped vegetables together. It was so grand, her and I snuggled together on the chaze and played ‘Kitty and Caterpillar’ together as well, with her stuffed animals of course. She was the kitty, and I was the caterpillar. We had many grand adventures, and a little emotional drama when the kitty her caterpillars feelings incredibly, but in the end all was wonderful.

Lately, I’ve really enjoyed little kids. I’m not a huge fan of newborns, sure they’re sweet and you have to love them somewhat, but theres something about kids whos minds have really started to show signs of development. Say, 18 months to five years. They’re just charming, they have speech, and much more personality…but still they possess that innocence. Well and of course 7 and 8 year old boys are a dream as well…man…my little bros have been so sweet! Okay I guess lately I just don’t like teenagers or adults. They’re no fun, and you can’t goof off with them or imagine wild schemes. Also, they just won’t run around in the dark screaming at the top of their lungs while you play zombie tag will they? Nor will they beg you to jump on the trampoline with them and have stunt competitions with them. And will they ever just fly of the handle and throw their arms around you and hug you ever so tight? I think not.

Whats so fun about wearing hose and heels while you watch your manners as you dine with adults? I mean sure its okay, but bring me the kiddie table, complete with classic PB and J and heated discussions about bugs and the latest fantasy movie, and I’m a happy camper.