Last night, as I was listening to the boys tear apart the furniture in one of their nightly cage matches, this poem suddenly popped into my head:
Which made me realize two things:
1. I have and always will love Shel Silverstein.
2. The boys would only stop fighting long enough to roll their eyes at me if I recited this poem to them.
I feel sorry for the furniture.
15 hours ago
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