Kids are small bundles of joy (and trouble).
I am not a parent, but I have been with enough kids to know how a parent ‘may’ feel.
I have been blessed… correction. My sisters have been blessed with three sons, and a son and a daughter respectively. For me, I have four beautiful (and crazy) nephews. The older ones are borderline devilish at times. The youngest is about a year old. My niece is only four months old. These two are nothing but purity and cuteness personified.
I often wonder what toddlers are thinking about? I recall my thought process from my childhood; I must have been three or four. I remember myself as an angry kid.
But what about toddlers? What do they think about? What do they see? Why do they laugh when they do? How do they identify their parents from others?
Kids are small bundles of mystery.