There used to be so many of my finger prints to see;
On furniture and walls and things from sticky, grubby me.
But if you stop and think awhile you'll see I'm growing fast;
These little moments disappear, you can't bring back the past.
That's the idea after all isn't it? Have kids, train them to do the chores we all hate, listen to them complain about the chores we all hate, they grow up and have kids to train them to do the chores they hate...and on goes the cycle...
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