Sunday, February 07, 2010


Squink: Mommy, when you hit your head your memories get out very
easy. Then they go on top of a mountain.

Me: What do they do on top of a mountain?

Squink: They start to moo like a cow.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

...and so the next generation of poetry is born. I love it.

No "q", BTW. I was thinking the other day about how typepad never offers "q"s.