Saturday, March 27, 2010

Springing It

Daughter penned her first poem in bed last night:

Daeses [Daisies] blossim
I do not hear them.
They are sweet.
Boys rock

She also requests: Mom, when [grandma next door] dies, can you and dad move there so me and my husband don't have to drive to see you?


  1. Oh my gosh. Adorableness all around!

  2. ps: word ver = "ofsale" (made me think of "our" author and then I felt so glad for having met you at the society meeting!) :)

  3. A friend once said he was reading "our mutual friend," and I thought he meant ... that Canadian author. But no, he was reading the Dickens novel, by that name! I'm glad we met too!