Playing
So, my last kitchen poem. I enjoyed them and hope you did too.
The boys played in the kitchen this morning,
in front of the sink, by the kettle and the oven:
or in other words completely in. the. way.
I asked them slightly huffily why they always insisted on playing in the kitchen and Henry said:
“So we can talk to you and everything”
Fair enough.
Play on boys, play on.
I like it really.
Sunday, November 9th, 2008 at 8:30 pm
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November 9th, 2008 at 10:01 pm
Awww sooo cute -gotta love those boys! Isn’t it nice to know you are loved-what a sweet blessing!
~Tam 🙂
November 10th, 2008 at 12:30 pm
I have enjoyed this week’s posts. My favourite is Henry washing the dishes – all those soap suds!
Dad