I was woken up from a very strange dream about marrying a transexual (don't ask) by little footsteps and whispers
DS1 and 2 had made cards at Cubs and Beavers. DS1 had made a bracelet.
DS2 (age 5) card says:
My Hand Poem;
This is my hand
My hand will do
A 1000 loving things for you
And you will remember
When I am tall
That once my hand
Was just this small
Cue blubbing (me) and bemused looks (them)