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Boys

what is it about frogs and bugs ? tonka trucks and nasty slugs ? why do little boys keep playing with things that walk and crawl and sometimes stings ? I want to keep them nice and clean... taking a bath is NOT being mean! but even as i wring my hands catch the bugs that came out of the can dodge the pillbugs in the rug shake and quiver as i scoop the mud they say to be glad someday it will end , but meanwhile do you have some 409 to lend ?

mom

teddy bears scattered on the playroom floor pink tutu on the bedroom door I pick up smelly socks , never look at the hands of a clock I run them here , run over there , slippers on my feet i just don't care. I haven't worn makeup in years buy all my clothes at sears but i wouldn't trade it for gold or trips to Europe of Old I'd never settle for money and cars when on my walls are macaroni stars This is my path that I took on with pride to be a mom with a child at my side . copyright2000 txpokemom@yahoo.com