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Tuesday, November 06, 2007
you'll be able to say you knew her when
Here is the latest from our resident eight-year-old poet, written at journal time today, dedicated to yours truly:
A Poem For Mommy
I love you Mom
Your name is not Tom
And when you are asleep in bed
You are so cute from toe to head
Your birthday
is Christmas Day
And when I see you I think Yay!
Hurray Mommy!
Yes, I think we'll keep her. Especially since she knows my name is not Tom.
Posted by Rachel on November 6, 2007 08:14 PM in kids
Comments
Awwwwww.
Posted by: Kat with a K at November 7, 2007 06:16 PM
