Yesterday our family was driving home when Brooklyn composed the following sonnet to her sweetheart. Here's an honest-to-goodness literal transcription:
Where's my sweet little binky?
She's lonely.
She needs me.
I love her.
I want to suck her thumb.
Oh, my sweet little binky!
It's amazing the passionate inspiration that a piece of plastic can inspire in a three year-old.
3 comments:
Bye the way... I found two binkys in the pockets of the purple coat Cathy brought home to wash. One had a clipped tip ... the other is intact.
Keep Smiling!
-WashinMachine (aka "Papa K.")
Brilliance! She is on the fast track to a Pulitzer.
She is a born poet! I just laughed REALLY hard when I read her sonnet of love. We miss you guys!
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