I mean it, you three!
Still haven't managed to get over Max being twelve, and now TJ and Leora are somehow SEVEN.
Charlie, James.. you two are my last hope to stay babies. Hush, Mister CJ.
I love that you two love each other so much, even when you're fighting. I love how much you both love your brothers, even when you're fighting. I love the looks on Leora's face when she's getting annoyed by Mystic Men. And as much as I don't love the fur, everywhere, I love TJ's dragon menagerie. Hush, Mushu
I hope you two have a wonderful day, and continue to believe in the magic that surrounds you.
We love you, so very much. ♥
(crossposted from
DW)