I tend to get really excited about things like playdough, finger paints, easter egg hunts, and paper chains (like the kind you do in red and green to count down to Christmas). The other day I saw a book from my childhood called "Rainbabies" and I almost cried...we're talking intense nostalgic, emotional, where-did-my-childhood-go experience.
Basically, this is all pretty hefty evidence that I need children. At the current time, however, I just have a husband. So sometimes he has to participate in the little kid activities that are just building up inside me and needing to be carried out.
Like Easter egg hunts:
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