They know which songs on the CD they want blasted. They sing along. They plan the day and tomorrow, too - then they admire the clouds and identify which animals they look like. Sometimes they fight (a lot) over who's arm is over the center-line, classic sibling issues. They ask life questions, like how God made stuff... lots of stuff.... including babies. They cry sometimes, and laugh a lot - but always singing. Our life is a musical.
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