why do I put up with your farts.

Because you make smile. Because you make laugh. Because you make me angry. Because you bring life to our home. Because my parents ask how you’re doing even before asking me if I am OK. Because you always look for our feet to be your pillow during your sweet baby sleep. Because you make the morning commute of many happier when at 7am your dad is walking you and you jump to play with everyone that crosses your path. Because this weekend you will smell like pina colada (a virgin one, don’t worry) shampoo.


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