observations from a slightly mad german-american

Saturday, November 12, 2005

Scream for me, Long Beach!

i took my 5-year-old angel to the book store with only one condition: no barbie makeup books. so she picked out a 250-page collection of poetry. good girl. we get home and she cracks it open.

--daddy read me a pom

--that's poem honey

--read me a poem.

--what do you want to read?


she points to the open page. it's rime of the ancient mariner. i smile.

--honey, this is a story of what not to do when a bird poops on you.

--you're wierd daddy.


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