One day all the kids were presenting their abilities.
Po was feeling sad that she couldn’t do what all the other kids could.
So she sang this song:
I don’t know how to do… anything
All the other kids know… everything
I wish that I could just do… something
I try my best but I’m still… struggling
I feel like I just don’t belong
It feels like I am always wrong…
Came home from work and my baby was in such a happy mood, playing, dancing, talking sweet nonsense… she insisted on opening the gate for me, but just couldn’t get the little key in the little lock. When i walked in the house there was this golden light and smoke from the fire, we decided to blow some bubbles 🙂