Nan taught Wild Child to wash dishes. Notice her panties...she only had ONE accident yesterday. We are making progress!
I found this poem in my scrappin' stuff today and thought I would share.
"What's the Matter With Mama?" by Patsy Gaut
I wonder what's wrong with mama?
She seems a bit depressed...
It's nearly time for lunch
And she isn't even dressed.
I used her lipstick on the mirror
Not know it would spoil it...
I accidentally cut my hair
And put the kitty in the toilet.
What the matter with mama?
She seems a bit on edge
It's the middle of the afternoon
And she wants to go to bed.
Well I thought she'd like my art
With crayons on the wall...
Until those darned ol' marbles
Made her slip and fall.
I wonder what's wrong with mama?
She's pulling out her hair...
She's making funny noises
And she's talking to the chair.
My dad says I'm a handful...
The neighbors say I'm wild
But ask my mom and she will say
I AM the Perfect Child!
TGIF!!!
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The bone...is it from a cow/calf?
That cow bone is gross. But we all have bones I guess. Just not in sight.
Great poem. Really is the truth. Great to see the teaching of the wild child. Great job.
Have a great weekend Scrappy.
Hey there-
I have no idea what that is but just wanted to let you know that I received my scrapping goodies and they were great! Thanks so much. We've been busy with the move and vacation. Hope to catch up blogging soon.
It is not a cow bone! Come on....that would have been too easy! LOL!
All right, I will give it a try. How about a Llama? Love the poem. So true. In fact I think I need to go to bed. m
Not a llama.
Horse???
YAY!!! We have a winner! Yes, Marilyn it is a horse! Unfortunately. I will tell the story in my next post. Send your addy to my email addy. I sent it to you in a pm on amr.
Thank you Scrappy Girl! I will patiently await the story. As much as I know I don't want to find out what happened, curiousity is getting the better of me! lol I sent you my address.
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