The Crooked House in Pizzatown

Inspired by a book of fun and silly poems given to Ryan for her birthday, she set out to write her own poem. With my help, here's what she came up with:

On a hill there was a house
and it was quite crooked.
In the house lived a mouse
who wore a hat as tall as the ceiling.

The funny thing about this house
was that it was on wheels.
The mouse drove the house around town
delivering lots of meals.

Pizzatown is full of people
eating pizza from a crooked house
delivered to them by a hat-wearing mouse
And they dance 'til their pants fall down.

School Days...

Second week of school today and still getting tears. Today it was Ryan. She was crying at home, got over it in the car, found a friend to play with before the school bell and then found Jim at Sam's class and was holding back the tears again. One of her better friends was weepy too, claiming it was a stomach ache but a wink and nod from the dad confirmed it was a case of "I don't want to be here" blues. Although I don't quite understand the dread they feel, I know it's real but I can't seem to find the words or actions to make them understand that there is nothing to cry about. The old adage "if I knew then what I know now" has never seemed more true. First grade is fun, right? I'd offer to switch places with her but she'd only take me up on it and then where would I be? The joys of motherhood...stay tuned.