zomg.
Honestly, I love kids. Little girls and I get along fine, but it’s not until a little rugrat like my little cousin Keiran comes over do I shine. Maybe it’s the long lost days of my tomboy childhood. Chipping my tooth on bike handles when jumping ramps, face-full of snow with a failed snow adventure, broken fingers, scrapped knees. Rugrat boys and I get along dandy, spider hunting, flinging Keiran over my shoulder and running around chasing him. Those days I rock as the “oldest ever” cool girl cousin. Now, can my brother have some kids so I can be the cool aunt? I hope someday in the future.
(Source: shokoofeh)
Reblogged from Divine Timing.

