Schultz Party of Four

If you're sitting in Cubeville and send the following text to a handsome photographer:

Could you please take some fun photos of the girls for me today?

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You are likely to get this response:

I'll try

And you will probably come home to a folder of images like this:

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Which might make you a little sad because your baby is growing up,

and getting a little weird, too. And her hair is growing so long,

you'll think she probably needs a haircut.

But when you suggest it you'll probably hear this:

NO! I want to grow my hair out like Rapunzel (huff, crosses arms over chest)

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Then you'll look at photos of your oldest monkey-child and gasp:

What is up with your forehead!?!

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To which she'll reply as she swings from doorframes

to table tops

to couch-backs

to stair rails:

It's fine Mom (huff, eye roll) I just bonked it.

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Then you'll wince and wonder for a moment if posting the photos on your blog

could earn you a call from "Child Services." But you'll post them anyway.

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You'll look at the kisses and bright blue eyes and say a little prayer of "thanks"...
for smiling eyes,
for handsome husbands with amazing photos skills,
for sister-kisses,
for monkey children,
for good days,
for love.
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Love wins.