And we sat in reverse musical chairs formation, everybody facing in. Some seats were crooked and the circle wasn't perfect. But we giggled and looked coyly at one another. "Who stole the cookie from the cookie jar? she said.
I am abandoned like the milk-carton children. They should put my face on coke cans instead. I am broken like the plastic kiddie pool. Dirty sins flood the yard in Genesis 6. I am cracked-up like the junkie in the school parking lot.
"Mommy, what does ash-ton-ish-ting mean? "Astonishing? "Yeah, it's on my list of spelling words, replied the little boy from his perch on the kitchen stool. His dangling feet were swinging back and forth.