Life With an Infant
If it is neatly stacked, it will be knocked over.
If it is where it belongs, it will be moved.
If it is clean, it will be dirtied.
If it is dirty, it will get even dirtier.
If it is delicate, it will be broken.
If it is organized and alphabetized, it will be rearranged.
If you desperately need to know where something is, it will undoubtedly be lost...
or flushed down the toilet. ("bye-bye!" he'll squeal, with a happily waving arm)
An infant is entropy personified.
But somehow, I can't imagine life without him. :-)
If it is where it belongs, it will be moved.
If it is clean, it will be dirtied.
If it is dirty, it will get even dirtier.
If it is delicate, it will be broken.
If it is organized and alphabetized, it will be rearranged.
If you desperately need to know where something is, it will undoubtedly be lost...
or flushed down the toilet. ("bye-bye!" he'll squeal, with a happily waving arm)
An infant is entropy personified.
But somehow, I can't imagine life without him. :-)
posted by Brandi Rae | 11:57 AM
1 Comments:
WOW! What a WONDERFUL little poem! And what a PRECIOUS little bundle our liddle bear is! Hugs from Grammy!!!
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