There's a nice park two blocks from my house. Mom takes me there every morning before my nap, and I swing, slide, and ride the animals. But nothing is as fun as sitting in the bark and digging. I bend down, scoop it up in each fist, examine it carefully, and then rub it on my clothes. Of course, all this is a ploy to to make mom think that I could care less about eating it. However, just when the going's good, and I find a big piece that looks really tasty, the bark is, so to speak, snatched from my lips. I suppose moms will always be like that.
Monday, October 17, 2005
The Park
There's a nice park two blocks from my house. Mom takes me there every morning before my nap, and I swing, slide, and ride the animals. But nothing is as fun as sitting in the bark and digging. I bend down, scoop it up in each fist, examine it carefully, and then rub it on my clothes. Of course, all this is a ploy to to make mom think that I could care less about eating it. However, just when the going's good, and I find a big piece that looks really tasty, the bark is, so to speak, snatched from my lips. I suppose moms will always be like that.
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Lily,
How blessed to have a Mom who takes you to the park every morning and lets you sit in the bark. And Mom, be thankful. It could be pill bugs and gravel like her Dad used to eat. Think of that!
Love Nina
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