Dichosos aquellos que conocen la intensidad de un abrazo, un beso o un apapasho, de esos que solos las mamis saben dar a sus hijos para curarlos de todo lo que nos hace daño en la vida.
Words Of Wisdom From Children 😂👍
1. Never trust a dog to watch your food. Patrick,
age 10
2. When your dad is mad and asks you, "Do I look stupid?* don't answer him. Michael. 14
3. Never tell your mom her diets not working.
Michael, 14
4. Stay away from prunes. Randy, 9
5. Never pee on an electric fence. Robert, 13
6. Don't squat with your spurs on. Shelly, 13
7. Don't pull dad's finger when he tells you to.
Emily, 10
8. When your mom is mad at your dad, don't let her brush your hair. Bridgett, 11
9. Never allow your three-year old brother in the same room as your school assignment. Traci, 14
10. Don't sneeze in front of mom when you're
eating crackers. Mitchell, 12
11. Puppies still have bad breath even after eating a tic lac. Andrew, 9
12. Never hold a dust buster and a cat at the
same time. Timmy, 9
13. You can't hide a piece of broccoli in a glass of
milk. Jeffrey, 9
14. Don't wear polka-dot underwear under white shorts. Kellie, 11
15. If you want a kitten, start out by asking for a
horse. Naomi, 15
16. Felt markers are not good to use as lipstick.
Lauren, 9
17. Don't pick on your sister when she's holding a baseball bat. Joel, 10
18. When you get a bad grade in school, show it to your mom when she's on the phone. Amy, 13
19. Never try to baplize a cat. Jason, 8
"They told me he probably wouldn't get adopted if she left without him. I went to the shelter to adopt one dog. Diesel — a young pit bull with a wiggle-your-whole-body kind of joy. I'd already pictured him in my car. Then I saw her. Daisy, curled quietly beside him, eyes only on him. When he stood, she stood. When he rested, she leaned into him like she needed his heartbeat to feel okay. A volunteer said they'd been found together on the back roads, starving, no owner ever showing up. Staff tried separating them once. Diesel cried for hours. Daisy stopped eating. They never tried again. People wanted Diesel. Nobody asked about Daisy. And "maybe we just split them up" kept coming up quietly — not because anyone wanted it, but because two pit bulls together is a hard sell. Then Diesel walked over, touched his nose to hers, and led her to me. Like he was telling her it was safe. She sat beside him and leaned in. This wasn't two dogs. It was one heart, two bodies. "If you still want Diesel, we'll start the paperwork," the volunteer said. "I need paperwork for both," I told her. She teared up. "You're serious?" They'd already chosen each other. Who was I to undo that? An hour later, we left as a family. Diesel rode proud at the window. Daisy curled against him and slept the deepest sleep — the kind that only comes when fear finally lets go. That was two years ago. Diesel still steals blankets and treats every day like the best one yet. Daisy runs the yard now, greets guests, demands belly rubs. People think Diesel protects her. Really, they protect each other. Happy Gotcha Day, Diesel and Daisy. Sometimes the best choice isn't picking one dog — it's refusing to break a bond that was never meant to be broken. ❤️