It all started with a poem for a school project the 13 year old wrote:
I am perhaps being the standard trope of a proud parent… but holy shit did that thing blow me away. I can clearly see that my skill at poetry at 13 was much more akin to the Lenny Kravitz lyrics in “Fly Away” – “I wish that I could fly, up in the sky, just like a dragonfly“- you know, the literal stupidest string of words in the English language.
And so, these happened- like we’re freshmen at college in our first apartment:
Now, I should say here that I am a clean fridge type person. While the fridge sometimes becomes a place for permission slips to be signed and artwork, I tend to move those to the sides so as to have a blank fridge face.
Ah but I wouldn’t trade it for the world though, because on the first night the girls spent hours with them (I am talking well above 3+).
And we woke up to these gems:
Ghost fingers might have diseases
Screw class; school blows
Push ups scare me
I am above gloating
My sisters are beautiful
poop; horrid smell
A car’s window has a tongue
I just love seeing their personalities and humor and irreverence. A good Amazon purchase fo’ sho’.
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