Someone was stirring-- as soft as a mouse.
I thought that the girls were all up in their rooms
Dusting their cobwebs and sweeping with brooms,
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
But a series of murals (to my eyes came a tear).
The crayon was stretched over dresser and wall;
It covered the toy chest; it decked the whole hall.
The upstairs was covered from chair rail to floor--
I even spied crayon on more than one door.
But who was this artist who colored in red?
I'll admit I was stumped until I saw the bed:
How nice of her to sign her "work"! ;)
ReplyDeleteAs always, you are as clever as can be! Mom
ReplyDeletep.s. Sarah's handwriting is wonderful!!!
Heather, that is awesome! How funny! My kids do the same things, but it sounds like it's on a much smaller scale. Murals hm.... sounds like a big clean up job! PS remember the gift i was supposed to make for you? Yeah, I do to. I don't remember when I blogged that...but it's gonna happen soon. Don't ask when, but email me with your address! jawendel@gmail.com
ReplyDeleteCreation springs forth from the most contraversial doings. sigh
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