…with a three-year-old grandchild…

Grandchild: We are standing by the frigerator.
Mommy: Sometimes she just likes to state facts.
Grandpapa: Yep. She’s a little almanac.
Grandchild…excitedly: Mommy! He called me an omelet!


<<Insert laughter all around>>

Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

Michael Allen

Michael Allen’s learned to walk,
And that seems good, since he can’t talk.
But the trouble is he wobbles so,
And his legs don’t move where he wants them to go.
I think it’s kind of a shame, don’t you?
He walks like he’s eighty, and he’s not even two!

~Dana B. Nelson