Archives for October 8, 2011


When we need a sitter,

We hope it’s Uncle Ted

Because he doesn’t make up rules

Or make us go to bed.

We make believe we’ re rock stars

And play the music loud

And we jump around and holler

Like the teeny bopper crowd

But the last time….

Mom came home at midnight

And we STILL were  not in bed

And Uncle Ted was dancing

With a lampshade on his head

So Mom says…
“No more Uncle Ted.

It’s Grandma Mary Lou instead.”