Big Mama: What's your name?
Little Poet: Doggie.
Big Mama: How old are you?
Little Poet: One.
Big Mama: No. You are two now. Seriously, these are the only two things you need to know right now, and you got them both wrong.
Little Poet: Yeah, yeah. Whatever.
Big Mama: How come you know how to backtalk your mother, but won't tell me what your name is?
Little Poet: Brother do it. It not me. Brother teach it me.
Monday, November 26, 2012
Sunday, November 25, 2012
Summer Peach
"Errrr! ERRRRRR! Get it away! Get it AWAY! It hairy! It not fruit, it a hairy scary animal!"
-Little Poet's reaction to this summer's first peach.
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