“Mommy, look, another gray hair Just why do you have so many?” “Each time you are bad I get one. When you’re good, I don t get any.” Suzy looked at Grandma’s picture Then with voice a little sad. “Mommy, when you were still little Were you really all that bad?”
Entries from September 2000 ↓
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Gray Hair
September 1st, 2000 — Life with Children
Boring
September 1st, 2000 — Married Life
Pat and Mike would sit and rock Cause their time was off the clock. So they talked of mundane things Like breakfast cereal and wedding rings. Pat discussed each ache and pain, While Mike talked about the rain. Their conversations got so droll The three blind mice stayed in their hole. Both were nice and […]
Fire Fighter
September 1st, 2000 — Life with Children
When little Tommy was real young, I think that he was almost three. He said as soon as he got big A fireman’s what he’d like to be. When I saw him with a bucket, A fireman’s hat upon his head, I thought that he was just playing And told him it was time for […]
Heavy Load
September 1st, 2000 — General Humor
He was really getting to me, Stopping at each intersection, Beating on his panel truck With a kind of planned perfection. He would jump out of his truck With a wooden baseball bat And bang upon the old truck’s sides With a rat-a tat-tat-tat. He was getting on my nerves, Why should I endure this […]
Driving Lessons
September 1st, 2000 — Life with Children
My mom thinks it is luck That she is still alive. But it was her idea To teach me how to drive. She said it would be fun ‘Cause what could be so hard? When she screamed, “Step on the brake!” I trashed the neighbor’s yard. Which one is the stupid brake? Two pedals sure […]