Somewhere over the course of me growing up I learned to stop being annoyed by the little buggers and started deeply appreciating children for the refreshing bundels of joyous ignorance that they are. Perhaps it’s my biological clock that’s got me kickin for kids. Perhaps it was my developing social and emotional maturity that’s helped me appreciate the little deviants. Or perhaps children represent an enviable freedom from the apparent inability of adults to participate in anything without consideration of reason, anxiety and the big picture. Here’s a wonderful Facebook album of beautiful, happy children.
While you’re at it, add me on Facebook. =)
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