Big Brother Poetry…

We found two pieces of paper in S’s red folder (the folder that facilitates communication between home and school).  Dad had read them already, and was upstairs doing the bedtime routine when I found them.
sadi poemsI read these in the kitchen, while cleaning up the dinner dishes, and couldn’t stop laughing!

S said from upstair, “They’re poems, and you don’t have to use capital letters, or punctuation!”

Then he asked me “Did you laugh so hard that you couldn’t breathe?”

My reply: “Almost!”