A Poem

My youngest son was asked to write a poem last week at school. (A little background on baby boy...he HATES to write. about. anything!!! I was digging through his backpack this morning, (which I must admit I should probably do more often) and I came across this (verbatim):

I Will Not Eat a Peach

I'd never eat a peach, because

I cannot stand the taste.

I'd rather eat a plate,

or shoe, or chair.

I would eat a house,

I would eat a bowl,

I would eat a tool,

I might even eat a baseball bat,

but a peach? No! Not at all.

Sooooo this is what passes for poetry in the third grade. I told him I liked it, and he said that was nice because his teacher didn't. What??? Why on earth not?? He said it was supposed to rhyme....ahhhh, well clearly then he didn't meet her expectations.

Who knew my baby boy had such a strong dislike of peaches? I put them in fruit salad sometimes, and he eats them without complaining. When I mentioned this to him, he said "no, you don't! there's nothing hairy in fruit salad." Um, excuse me? Hairy? I know peaches have a little fuzz (and I do peel the peaches I put in fruit salad)....but I would never describe them as "hairy"!

I have to admit I was completely tempted to make peach cobbler tonight just to test his strong dislike....but no matter how tempted I was~ laziness won out. :0) Instead I stopped and picked up Chinese takeout after work and busted out the Little Debbie Easter cakes I had hidden in the cupboard. I know kinda sounds gross....but the kids didn't dig into the Little Debbie's until well after they finished their Chinese.

Please keep praying for Stellan if you feel led to do so! He was to receive a blood transfusion today and he continues to fluctuate in and out of SVT (supra ventricular tachycardia - really, really fast heart rhythm.)

Well, there is a pile of dirty laundry callin' my name...so I better get busy!