Noah: (looking out the window) Mama, do the plants ever run out of oxygen?
Mama: No, sweetie, they just keep making more and keep sending it out into the world.
Noah: I thought so. It's kind of like how you never run out of kisses and the sky never runs out of stars.
Mama: (!!!) ...Yeah, Baby, it's kinda like that.
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What a treasure. I am so glad that Noah is in your family where his sensitive 'old soul' will be nurtured and directed. His sweetness again brings tears to my eyes.
What a sweet post. I love the picture. Did you take it?
Awww. Dang, I keep reading all of these blogs today that are bringing tears to my eyes. Gail is right. Noah does have an old soul. But what a great old soul. I'm proud to be his Beyuh.
Awww... how sweet is that?!
Very sweet. Hey, thanks again for all your help on SL today. I have a cousin just like you. She was an associate producer in a theater company BK (before kids). Now she's at home with their three little boys. I'm a theater buff myself.
what a sweet little boy. :) love what he said.
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