RHYMLET #1 RHYMLET #2
I do not care I'm crazy and I know it, clap your hands
What you weigh I'm crazy and I know it, clap your hands
Or what you wear I'm as crazy as can be
Or who you say Which is all okay with me
Your parents are I'm crazy and I know it
Their shade of skin Clap your hands
Or breed of car
Or where you've been
I only ask that you speak true
As I, my friend, will speak to you ( Playing around on her computer, Fio suddenly realized that she could column-ize her short sillies. )
Have you ever spent almost an entire day under the command of a headstrong four-year-old (almost five) who is determined to take either the teacher role with you as the student or the mother role with you as her child? Fiorella can't help but wonder if she was just like Granddaughter when she was the same age. Some kindergarten teacher will have her hands full next fall and, of course, Fio will keep you posted.
PS: Your girl spent the rest of the day wading through yet more photographs of the family and people who may be related.
Fio and Son L drove over too HEB to pick up their weekly groceries with your girl haranging herself all the way home about what she forgotten to put on the list: chocolate and "long bread." You can bet that she'll give herself more of a choice next time around. A bit of lettuce, maybe, and steak to balance the salmon she has in the refrigerator. Speaking of, she needs a new fridge for her studio.
(Yes, playing around on the computer, Fiorella suddenly realized she could columnize her short sillies.)
Don't hold your breath, but
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