Younglings. Younglings!

Look at that!

The city supplied food for the children.

The children slid down the bank.

And this should be presented factually, straightforwardly, with no particular spin, to all of the children in the country.

Here's another one.

It doesn't cost you anything, the state, the powers intervening...

I wish for a better life.

This ship was built to outlast our children's children.

Okay, kids.

The website worked brilliantly as a two way street of communication.

You should not give your children everything they want.

It's the kids who have parents and grandparents and uncles and aunts that can't even afford to pay for school lunch that gets this food.

Will look at at the children.

All this makes up a constructive and ascending social dynamic.

Here's what I was suppose to do.

Turn around, befriend him. Yes. (screams)

Yes.

Thank you.

Young children?

Boys, it's no use.

Those are kids.

Because of you my children will eat tonight.

his wife's

Kids everywhere,

The warmth of a small child's embrace that is true.

How you taste something is critically affected by what you believe you're eating. And this shows up in all sorts of ways.

My kids love this stuff.

I switch off my computer, so I can't hear the email pinging into the basket, and I just slow down to his pace and we read.

Alright, kids.

So what will you do? I'll tell you what I did and why I did it. And I know my time's up.

No.

Why do you, you know, try to do this stuff?

Gennaro said to stay put. Kids okay?

The children all right?

Where are the kids?

Maybe as kids...

Some children have

Children?

And the children,

Where are they?

In front of my kids.

Your two lovely kids...

Those are children.

These are the ducklings...