;;v;; So I was feeling kind of down at church, watching the two other girls my age (as always, prettier than me) help with little kids (3-5 year olds, so precious) and I was also a helper, but I was over at the table sketching something and had a small group of kids watching me, making cute little comments.
There was this one kid who I had worked with before and who was pretty attached to me, sitting in my lap during a mini sermon, wanting me to carry him, etc. He started running his hands through my hair- surprisingly gently- and said he liked it, pretending to style it. ((One thing you should know about me- I LOVE it when people play with