The Kid Who Copied Love

This kid is a tornado.

From the moment our little foster boy had leaped through our door, he had not stopped. Running, talking, playing, laughing, spinning, dancing, yelling, crashing, crying, pooping (that is another story); the kid did not run out of energy. We called him the energizer bunny. He kept going and going and going and going…

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