Before we brought Joy to our home, I was a bit worried for her.
I mean, we live in boy world. The sound of falling picture frames and clashing foam noodle light sabers is the background music of my life. And I was a little concerned about how I would protect this sweet thing from these gas-passing, constantly wrestling, incessantly-discussing-the-size-and-shape-of-their-poo-and-other-unnamed-things delightful little boys.
And then I watched three boys fall in love in 5 seconds flat with the first child without a penis to ever reside in their home, and I realized that THIS girl — half by means of her affection and charm, half by way of her confidence and sheer toughness — can totally hold her own.
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