Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Poetry by Calvin

We really can't get a word in edgewise around here. Usually, what the boys want to say when they interrupt us is totally pointless (or they want something), but every once in a while, they treat us to a little gem:

Ryan: Graduation was really great last night.
Me: Oh? How so?
Ryan: Well...
Calvin (interrupting): Hey! Dad! I got something!

                                  Roses are red,
                                  Graduation is here,
                                  And your feet smell like stink!

That's my boy...

1 comment:

Tavia Smith said...

Never loved him more...