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Of the following truths, I am convinced:

1. Baby toes fundamentally need to be kissed, and often.  The entire fate of the world depends on their being kissed adequately, and tummies tickled as well.

2. Little girl curls are the most beautiful thing in the world, and their neglect is a crime against nature.

3. Little boys will always get into trouble of the most serious sort when not properly channeled into trouble that is less destructive to furniture, drapes and other property.

4. Children need to get dirty enough during the day to require a bath before bedtime in order to be well rounded individuals.  Both the dirt and the bath are essential elements of character formation.

5.  Some husbands simply MUST be reminded to eat food on a regular basis, or they will be eaten alive by overzealous furniture, not to be seen or heard from again.  Also, their jokes must be laughed at with sufficient mirth and they must be constantly reassured that they would be just as sexy if they were to go bald.

6.  Fairy tales are the best textbooks, because (to quote Chesterton) “they are more than true; not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.”

7.  Home baked goods are the hallmarks of liberty.   To make muffins is to safeguard the republic.

These are not the only convictions I hold, but they are among the most important.

Baby toes are sacred and need to be kissed, and therefore someone must kiss them.  That’s me.  Someone.  Someone who kisses sacred toes, adorns curls, channels boys into appropriate trouble, provides opportunities for both dirt and purification, cooks food for a starving man lest he become one with the sofa, overflows with mirth at every joke, utters prophesies of the victories over dragons, and tends the kitchen flame so that there are enough baked goods for peace and virtue to reign in the republic. There is no calling higher than kissing sacred toes, and no duty more rewarding than standing as prophetess of the eternal truths that are whispered at bedtime while the moon rises in the sky.

And you know what?  I like it.  And now off for another adventure…

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