Tonight, for a brief — but glorious — five minutes of rowdy singing and raucous laughter, I was a GOD to a 6-year-old boy:
"Pickle, pickle in a jar,
How I wonder what you are!
You swim in briny juice so sweet,
Like a little, purple beet.
Pickle, pickle in a jar,
How I wonder what you are!"
I'm a busy freelance editor and writer, wife to Ian, and mother to two precious boys. I am living each day to the fullest and with as much grace, creativity, and patience as I can muster.
"Love doesn't just sit there like a stone; it has to be made, like bread, remade all the time, made new." —Ursula K. LeGuinn
February 27, 2009 at 1:00 am
This is GREAT!
Love it!
February 27, 2009 at 1:47 am
And that is perfect!