Thanks to them )

They sleep in our T-shirts, and look very funny in them. They love to be kissed without further ado. They gather for two hours, and then they say: "You see, I’m fast today." They love to wear socks on their legs. They do not know how to fight, but always feel safe next to us. They ask us what color they should paint their nails. They know how to fall asleep from massage at the most inopportune moment. They love when we stroke their hair. They carry us shopping happily, knowing full well that this is torture. They love being carried in their arms, although they always say: "Put me down, I'm heavy."
They scream, and it annoys them if we are silent at this moment. Brawlers are small. They love when we buy them underwear. They remember when there will be 147 days of your meeting. They always want us to come back 5 minutes after an argument, and they will never admit it. They love when we clean the apartment, wash my dishes and cook dinner. They are always waiting for help from us. They love coffee in bed and a shower for two. They grab onto us and close their eyes when watching horror films. They always take a bath only with foam. They run around the apartment in shorts and a T-shirt, shake their hair, jump and sing in the comb when no one sees.
Sometimes they don’t take the phone, and then they say that they were sleeping or did not hear. They will not be able to live without a hair dryer and ironing to straighten hair. They know that we cannot be without them. They are they. Thanks to them.