Last week, I wrote a limerick about Penelope's eating habits.
There once was a sweet li'l baby,
Ever bright and merry was she.
Yet she'd turn her nose
To spoons, bibs, and bowls.
"It's a leprechaun's pint for me!"
Last week, I wrote a limerick about Penelope's eating habits.
There once was a sweet li'l baby,
Ever bright and merry was she.
Yet she'd turn her nose
To spoons, bibs, and bowls.
"It's a leprechaun's pint for me!"
Naomi has been sick all week and missed 4 of 5 days of VBS. Sadly she has missed seeing me as a vulcher, Rahab, and a widow storyteller. Leif has not, and ironically, he cries to stay home while Naomi cries to be missing all the fun (the grass being greener and all that).