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My little boy... |
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papaskins Junior Member
since 2006-11-15
Posts 21 |
What is it about little boys that put smiles on daddy’s faces? They are always sticking food and toys in some of the darndest places. I’ve found crackers in my hamper, peanut butter in the drawers, Chocolate cookies on the ceiling fan and crumbled on the floor. Sippy cups behind the bed, I’m sure they’re placed for future use But now the liquid they once held you couldn’t drink but have to chew! There’s his hot wheel in my sneakers, I searched for hours for that toy, You know I would have bought another but there’s no room left to store. I laid the car keys on the counter; I was sure it’s out of reach, He used the drawers just like a ladder, climbing up them with bare feet. I heard a jingle and a giggle as he ran across the floor, Past his mommy to the bathroom, we had failed to close the door! Toilet water doesn’t do a car door opener any good, But at least he didn’t flush them like a REALLY bad boy would. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Papa...I remember one thing about my younger brother...the day he was born. After that we were in so many entanglements until our mid-30's that I've left a lot of those moments out there in space... He was all boy, he was!  Good stuff! |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Welcome to PIP This is just delightful all the way through. The honesty of this writing many will be able to attest to. I smiled all the way through and appreciated all the way through. Eric the writer views a critic like a fire hydrant would view a dog |
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