Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Helping me get... Helpy

Not sure what's going on, 
but yesterday, after making dinner
I just didn't have any more energy 
So the kids put me to bed.

And then Scout sat on my feet
--To make sure I don't get up? 
To fart on my feet for warmth? 
So no one would wake me up?

And that reminded me 
when Little A was little 
and would say "Helpy" 
when he meant "healthy."

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