Once, there were two brothers who loved to dance. They loved dancing everywhere and they loved dancing all the time. Whenever they heard music, their feet would start movin’ and their bodies would start groovin’.
But most of all, they loved dancing together because dancing together was magic.
Sort of.
If you happen to be their mom or you’re squinting or something. Watching them dance together makes me all squishy inside and suddenly I don’t feel so bad about adding one more boy to the mix because it turns out that boys are all kinds of sweet too. Right up until someone bumps into someone else and one of them falls over and starts yelling the house down and then I think “3 BOYS??!! WHAT WAS I THINKING???” Yeah, that happens a lot, that last part.
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I’ve got 2 boys and a girl. And my boys are way sweeter, more cuddlier and less bossy than my daughter.
Boys are great!!