Banked fires

We were young, then, and everything was new.

We laughed as ran through the rain, jumping into puddles. 

Your splashes went the farthest.

Like children we danced, the taste of rain upon our skin.

Now, we are old, and even memories fade. Even so, I see the gathering clouds.

Come, take my hand, shall we dance once more in the rain?

Tales out of School

This happened today.....

First grade teacher gave her class an assignment - draw a picture of your face.

A little girl handed in her drawing.

Teacher:  "The assignment was to draw a picture of your face. Now does this look like your face?"

Student:  "Yes."

Teacher: (Sighs) "Is your face purple?"

Student: "It is when I'm constipated."


As an add on to this post, I have to relate the following, also true.

I was sitting on a bench the other day, and a young woman walked by. I couldn't help noticing her T-shirt, the back was emblazoned in very large letters LIVING IN THE NOW.  In the center of the O were the numbers "2014".  I'm still laughing at this one.

Mouths of Babes

Mom of a three and a half year old daughter asked her, "Why do you never listen to me?"

She replied, "Because I'm a child, that's why."