When you were 5....
You told me that you wished your arms could be as hairy as mine so you could be tough and strong like me.
You came up to me when I was lying sideways on the couch in a lower cut shirt and told me in a giggly secretive voice that you could see my neck crack.
You ran into the bathroom after Daddy's shower and slapped his you know what and yelled "Spank the Weenis!" and then ran away laughing.
You asked me if I could teach you to make pudding and chicken wraps before I die of old age next year.
You begged me not to die ever because you wanted to marry me because I am a "supermodel princess prettiest mommy bumhead ever"
If only I could freeze time and you could be 5 forever. You are my world, baby boyo. I love you.
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