Me: Daisy feels so hot! She's a . . . a . . . would you say she's a hot potato or a hot tamale?
Sam: She's a hottentot.
Me: *admiring silence*
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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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Alright, that admiring silence was well deserved. Feel better, sweet Daisy!
ReplyDeleteThat's why at our house we only refer to him as The Jewel of Unknown Value because he just keeps coming up with more and more talents we never knew he possessed!
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Yes. I would expect this from him.
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