Today I told Charlie I would make him a swimming octopus. I got the idea out of a little book I picked up while walking around in Sam's Club. Charlie loved it, except he didn't want to eat the poor octopus's head!
I think that I shall never see a poem as lovely as a tree. A tree that looks at God all day, and lifts her leafy arms to pray; a tree that may in summer wear a nest of robins in her hair; Upon whose bosom snow has lain; Who intimately lives with rain. Poems are made by fools like me, but only God can make a tree.
4 comments:
You are going to make such a good mom! Charlie loved it as soon as he figured out it wasn't alive!!!!!!
oh he is so cute not wanting to eat the octopuses head! you got to teach me how to make that macie
Hey Macie, All I did was die the pasta blue and cut the hot dog at the bottom to make it look like the legs! cutting the legs was pretty hard...
hhhhhhmmmm....
looks very interesting and tasty! LOL
~TaY~
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