If my baby was the mayor, it would be a pretty cool place to live.
The best paying jobs would be the star-gazer, the dreamers, treasure hunters and nursery rhyme singers.
Everyone would own a puppy, an endless supply of crayons, and the finest pair of glittery shoes money could buy.
There would be stores that sold nothing but string cheese,
and on every street corner there would be a designated bubble blower.
People would greet each other with Eskimo kisses and a good toss over the head.
There would be goldfish cracker stands on every block.
Every hill covered in wildflowers would sit next to a hill covered in pinwheels.
The Wiggles would have their own tv station,
everyday would be your birthday,
and family would never be further than a skip away.
The anthem would be Old MacDonald had a Farm, and on that farm he’d only ever have cows.
There would be no need for radios because the Pandora Toddler Station would play over the town hall speakers.
And the rules would be made up of five laws…
1. Giggle a lot.
2. Eat cheese at every meal.
3. Collect stickers.
4. Put your arms behind you and pretend you’re flying when you run.
5. Kiss your momma. Ok, now go kiss her again.
Yes, I’d live there.