I've been thinking a lot lately about how cute little kids are. I mean one of my favorite things is when kids have had their baths and they have on these tight little pajama bottoms and their shirts barely cover their little distended bellies. It makes me want to squeeze them to pieces. Really, not many things cuter than that. Unless of course you count kids with thunder thighs. Juicy. Or really big pinchable cheeks.... face cheeks that is. So precious when fat face cheeks are paired with little pouty mouths and dainty little noses. I can't get enough of wanting to squeeze and love on them.
Somehow all of those things lose their appeal when you are my age. The cuddle appeal somehow disappears. A tragic reality. Truly.
PS.... I have also decided that teeny weeny baby hiccups are about the cutest sounds to ever grace my ears.
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