The boy grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was a teenager. He had strange friends and wore strange clothes and he listened to strange music.
But at night time, when that teenager was asleep, the mother opened the door to his room, crawled across the floor and looked up over the of the bed. If he was really asleep she picked up that great big boy and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.
While she rocked him she sang:
I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
my baby you'll be.
~Robert Munsch, Love You Forever
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