Monday, December 9, 2013

Our day

Wake up with a smile (and weird shadows) on the face

Clean the bottles, put the dishes in their place

Catch some zzz's in a shrinking crib 

Stretch a little

Be such a cherub 

Petrified when the toaster popped some bread

Made some cookies for Papa

In whose arms rests a sweet head

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