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Duff and I kept arguing

Til Mom put down her broom

And, with her hands upon her hips,

Sent each one to his room.

We sat there is our doorways

Rolling trucks to one another

And, with real comraderie,

Complained about our mother.

Our baby cousin’s Kelly Hatch.

No kid is as cute as Kelly

But she chews on chives in the onion patch

And she smells like the corner deli.

When Daisy Clark moved to Center Park,

Mike was the first to greet her.

He rode his  tricycle next door

And rushed right up to meet her.

Daisy smiled and acted sweet

But then the ten-speed bikes

Came driving up the driveway

And parked right next to Mike’s.

Mike got on his tricycle

And went home to his toys.

He said, “She really liked me

‘Til she met the other boys.”

When Alec visited Aunt Ruth,

He broke a vase and hid it.

Although he should have told the truth,

He said, “The butler did it.”

Aunt Ruth doesn’t even have a butler.

Grandy tried so hard to get

The car seat hooked up tight.

She mumbled and she grumbled

But she couldn’t get it right.

My little cousin rolled his eyes

And grinned as Grandy blew it.

He then announced, to her surprise,

“Don’t worry.  I can do it.”

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I was out in a boat with Grandad Blake

Late last Sunday at the lake.

He took me out to grant my wish

And show me how to catch a fish.

It was a chance to ask about

Bass and perch and speckled trout

And if we caught one, could we cook it

If we were smart enough to hook it?

And I used all kinds of fishing terms

Like “rods” and “reels” and “lures” and “worms”.

He said if I wanted to get my wish,

That I should just shut up and fish.

He was grinning when he said it

But it didn”t take me long to get it.

I had just  entered  my car in a Glastonbury parking lot when the door to I Party opened.  Out stepped a woman, obviously in her 90’s or so, wearing a longish, pretty summer dress.  She  walked very carefuly as though unsure of her footing.  She was carrying two balloons.   The breeze moved the balloons gently and her long skirt fluttered.  The I Party sign was right behind her. It took my breath away.  She tucked the balloons into her back seat and drove off.  It was just one of those very special unforgettable moments in time.  What an ad for I Party!!!

Isham is Josh and Amy Koons’ son from Athens, GA.  Dinner had been served and the table cleared for the desserts.  Among the delights were Great Aunt Sue’s famous cheesecake with a bowl of blueberry topping on the side.  Isham (3 years old) observed the display with interest.  Uncle Scott asked Isham what was on the table for dessert.

Isham promptly replied, “Blue soup.”

I have tried endlessly to write a verse that does justice to the phrase but nothing works thus far.   Some day I may just name a whole collection of perfectly logical observations made by children BLUE SOUP.  I  love it (and the cheesecake, too!)

Funny, sunny place
Three inches of rain this morning
Now, not a trace
Soaed up by the thirsty earth
The lush vegetation
The plush relaxation
The sunburned face
Oh, happy place!