A Poem For You, Choobs

When Kensington's a-constipated
And feeling quite stopped up,
We give her a suppositore
To help our lil' pup.

We push it in; it cleans her out.
She starts to feel real nice.
And then we swear up and down
To feed her no more rice!

Applesauce & bananas
Could be the culprit, too.
At least that's what the nurse said
When we discussed her poo.

Now, don't worry about Miss Chooby-Pie
She feels a whole lot better.
Since we have done our very best
To keep her system reg'lar.

And Madeline Continues . . .

"Choobs doesn't know what 'Stop' means. She doesn't speak our language. She might speak Porkajeese when she grows up."

More from Madeline . . .

"Boys don't wear makeup because they like to be handsome. I like to be supa pwetty, so that's why I put on makeup. Do you think Gwammy wants to twy my spawkly lipstick Santa? I'll put it on her because she might put on too much, OK?!"

Madeline's Advice on Personal Hygiene

"It's not 'propriate to smell stinky."

Quick Quotes

Madeline informed us yesterday: "Did you know that George Washington, after he won the War, he lived at Mountain Vernon? It's in Minnesota. Did you know that his died in that house, too? Then he lived with his brother. Then he went to check on his horses. Then he got really sick. Then George Washington died. Because there was a big storm. And then he died." Wow. Preschool keeps us all enlightened.

Raleigh before bedtime the other night: "Oh, Mom! My only woosh is to ride the bus, lose a tooth, and to be in 2nd grade!!"

Ode to a Toaster

Oh, toaster of my married youth,
You've browned a thousand slices.
We've buttered them and honeyed them,
Served with OJ o'er some ice-s.

But soon the dumpster started calling
When your bottom parts fell out,
So I took a trip to Costco
And I bought a Cuisinart.

Thank you.
Thank you very much.

Oh, Choobies, Your Dad Loves You!!