You guys drive me crazy.
You're always pulling on me, yelling at me, climbing all over me.
I can't even go to the bathroom or have a shower in peace.
The word "demanding" barely scratches the surface.
And by the way, you can be smelly; like really smelly.
Too bad I'm a complete sucker.
A giggle, a grin, a bear hug and a slimy kiss (oh yeah, did you know that your kisses can be super slimy?) and I'm all yours.
It defies logic, really.
But I've never been so willing, or so happy, to be driven so crazy.
Happy Mother's Day, my little hooligans.
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