Monday, December 29, 2008

The Aftermath

'Twas the week after Christmas, when all through the Trenches

Not a little boy was behaving, thus the time-out benches.

The empty stockings were thrown by the chimney without care

In hopes that the Mommy would clean up around there.



The boyz were jumping all crazy on beds

While visions of (more) sugar danced in their heads.

And Hubby in his tie and I in my slacks

Were leaving the Trenches to go to work and relax!

Guess what Middle's favorite present was?

3 comments:

Jodie said...

you're a poet and you didn't even know it:) For some reason middle looks a little like Hanibal Lector to me in that outfit. Can't wait to see it in person! Jodie

AmyG said...

Cute spiderman you have there!

Love the poem, too!

Jenni Jiggety said...

I think he is enjoying that costume! Will he be wearing it to school?

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