Whereas the sight of child with ice cream aground—rather than acone—pulls memories lachrymose, view of grown-up upping—by way of bubble-gumming—tickles away heartful woes.

Moms guide their children through life’s sticky situations by modeling an empathic, resolving way. Should not we, then, call for more matriotism—for each flag, have a rising pink balloon to display.

Carried into the realm of sky’s milieu, where beaked aves are readily equipped to pop, even if code-switching’s repertoire included peeps, a chirped request could not a down-fall stop.

When love swells hearts outside their size, persons emit prepossessing inner-lights. Parallelly, when sugar-blows push their limits, expect shows that tickle-pink up-cheer to highest heights. ; )

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