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I have a glass jar of cotton balls sitting in my bathroom, and every time Sebby goes past he asks, "May I have a fluffball, Mommy?" (Only of course it comes out "fwuffball," which makes it hard to resist.) He seems so happy when I give him one and he can rub it up and down his cheeks, saying, "Furry and fwuffy!"
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Children's voices in the orchard
Between the blossom- and the fruit-time:
Golden head, crimson head,
Between the green tip and the root.
Black wing, brown wing, hover over;
Twenty years and the spring is over;
To-day grieves, to-morrow grieves,
Cover me over, light-in-leaves;
Golden head, black wing,
Cling, swing,
Spring, sing,
Swing up into the apple-tree.
--T.S. Eliot
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Gah! Like little mouse droppings everywhere. I'm not going to listen to his complaints that he can't find his fwuffball any more.
ReplyDeleteI love that Seb likes fwuffballs. I'm going to get him some for his birfday.
ReplyDeleteIf this had happened at my house, I swear, it would have been kid "droppings" instead of fwuffballs.
We have "issues" at our house...we have special children with special needs