Kids are part-time superheroes, full-time explorers, and the only people who think glitter fixes everything.
They’ll ask why a hundred times, turn your wall into a coloring book, and your living room into a jungle.
They’ll hug you mid-tantrum, spill juice on your laptop, and still somehow convince you they’re the best thing that ever happened to you. And they are.
Because no one, literally no one, can fix your mood faster than a kid who says “mamma don’t I look just like you” with lipstick smeared on their face and a big smile.
So let them be loud. Let them climb the couch, and ask the impossible.
Because their chaos isn’t just noise, it’s the sound of growing up happy.
And honestly, you wouldn’t trade that for all the clean walls in the world.
