I love this boy who wishes he could play in the clouds. This boy who opens his mouth to taste the wind, and says it "tastes of cold." This boy who runs up and hugs me, and simply says the word "Love!" when I hug him back. This boy who says "elf-cuts" when he can't think of the word "dwarves" and "Chubby Archer Baby" when he can't remember Cupid's name.
He makes me smile every day. Every day.
And then there is this girl. This girl who puts her hands on her hips and strikes poses. This girl who needs to approve of every outfit and pair of pajamas that go on her body. This girl who needs to wear a "dancer" almost every day. This girl who is obsessed with Kipper the dog. (Her brother quotes full episodes in British accents.) This girl who tells me her baby dolls are crying, then proceeds to rock them and sing "Baby Mine, don't you cry." This girl who dances and sings and asks for cheese and berries and to go to the park.