Kids will be kids and wreck the couch, or make "nests" out of any and all blankets they can find!
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I can remember when you fit in the palm of my hand - Felt so good in it, no bigger than a minute - How it amazes me, you're changing with every blink - Faster than a flower blooms they grow up all too soon - So let them be little 'cause they're only that way for a while - Give them hope, give them praise, give them love every day - Let them cry, let them giggle, let them sleep in the middle - Oh just let them be little -- Billy Dean
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