I'm joining in with this week's Listography over at Kate Takes 5. The subject this week is Top 5 Things I Love About Kids ... not just my kids, but ALL kids soooo....
1. Their bottoms.
Babies have genuinely lovely bottoms. There is NOTHING that warms the cockles of my heart more than watching a nappy clad bottom waggling about... though that might be because it reminds me of The Teletubbies and I did love the Teletubbies.
(Note: kids bottoms lose all elements of attractiveness from the age of nine when the kids suddenly believe farting is funny. Farting is not funny *tuts.*)
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2. Their excitement.
That eye-shining, smile-widening glow of excitement that engulfs anyone under the age of 12 on Christmas Eve, birthdays and special events. It's the thrill of anticipation unfettered by previous disappointment. It is tangible, touchable, huggable joy and it IS truly beautiful.
I draw the line at squealing though, excited squealing is alright if it's from a distance (another country preferably).
3. Their gullibility.
You can tell kids anything and they'll believe it. And I mean anything. I've still not forgiven the TeenTwins reception class teacher for informing them that I was not actually The Queen... it's only been 11 years though, so I'm sure I'll get over it in the end. *Grinds teeth*
4. Their fearlessness.
Kids just DO stuff. They don't think about it, agonise about it, worry about their clothes or the consequences. If it's a puddle, they jump in it. If it's a tree, they climb it. Walls are there to be walked on, hills to run up and down again and if it snows, you can bet your life that a kid will be flat on it's back in the garden making a snow angel before it's had time to settle and hide the cat poo. *Sigh*
5. Their love.
Kids love joyously, indiscriminately and without fear or favour. There are no barriers to a kid's love and affection ... boy, girl, melon, penguin or Dr Who, all are created equal. And that is EXACTLY how it should be. It matters not one jot if they're a 4 year old and you're the lollipop lady, that marriage proposal matters, damn you.
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