Poetry

I certainly don't consider myself to be sappy, but I'm also usually up for a good poem. So, when Big Boy #2 came home from school with this:

I thought: "How nice! My little guy is warming to the finer things of life."

Then I read the poems.

There were the food poems; dedicated to apples, cookies, ice-cream, and bubble gum.

There were the action poems; all about swimming, the park and sports.

Then there were some that simply spoke to his heart. Here's one:

Mud

mud, mud, mud

splashing here and splashing there

mud

splashing everywhere

Hmmm, maybe the "finer things of life" will have to wait...