4 Years Old
Making a mess on the kitchen floor.
Running through the bathroom door.
Quietly sleeping in their bed.
Laughing hard makes their faces turn red.
Drawing pictures of a monkey.
Playing pin the tail on the donkey.
Blowing bubbles in their milk.
Cuddling their blanket that feels like silk.
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