What's this?

The following was found in an old notebook:



T.T. after pulling his finger out of his nose:"What's this?"

Mama:"Mucus"

T.T.:"Moose kicks?"

Daddy:"T.T.,Do you know what a moose is?"

T.T.:"A cow. A big, fat cow.

Poem

Strawberry Mary

Strawberry Mary loves to do peoples' hairy,
Peoples' hairy is what she loves to do.
The only strawberry that Mary won't eat,
Is a strawberry that is not quite clean and neat
yes, that is a strawberry that even Mary won't eat.
She has a cat, that she can pat,
And when she pats he says "mew."

A poem writen for my strawberry loving,kitten petting sister Musical for her birthday.
Lioness

quote: T.T. asked mama if his cereal was old or not
Mama:"yes,it's old."
TT:"oh"(with sad look on his face)
Mama:"it's slightly aged"
TT:(confused)"Mama, first you said 'it's old' then you said 'it's lightly edged'!"

:)

I don't know if mama has told you, But I like poetry, I write it to, And everyone has asked me to post them. So I'm a gona' post 'em! But first! How I became interested in poetry. As I recall it was one afternoon in 2005 we were watching "reading rainbow" and it was about...Um...What WAS it about? Anyway I tried and tried to think of a poem. Then one day I was sitting at the "desk" in our bedroom looking out the window at the sunflowers we had planted (that's probably the only thing we planted from seed or otherwise that matter that did not die. But then we found out that we had planted them in the wrong place). And, somehow and I don't know how, but I wrote down on the paper on the paper. And then I was on a ROLL, and by the end of the day I had written 3 poems. Now I will publish them for the first time!!!!!!

PIXIE DUST 8/9/05

Pixie dust and faries wings,
these are little girls dreams.
Swords clang and dragons flare,
little boys dreams are everywhere.

yah not so good but I got others.
And now the one that started it ALL.

THE (or my) WINDOW 8/9/05

the window is a place, where I can sit and think,
where I watch the birds sing,
where I can listen to the wind blow through the window

A SONG (who knows when I wrote this one)

life is a song ment to be sung,
by all the little ones.
but some are quite and some are loud,
but all of them sing.

even when babes aren't born yet, there heart starts beating when they are something like three weeks old IN THE WOMB!

Well I will write more later have GOT TO GO TO BED!ZZZZZZZZZZ.
BBFN

tatter tot when he was half asleep in the morning " Hedo didda cadapida"